It was a dark and stormy night. The windows rattled loudly. I feared for my very life. The storm was incredibly noisy.
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Drag and drop into the article: fix this horrible writing!
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After your last shift, you head back to the docking bay to recharge and sip on some nice cold brew mineral oil, which goes through all of your circuitry as you were not designed to drink oil.
The humans in the publishing building convene the next day. They know something is up, but can't quite put their finger on just how in the world the latest issue about to hit the presses is marginally better.
Some of the humans come to you the following day. One of them asks you if you've been tinkering with any of the machines. Emotionless, you confess your deeds. Three of them recoil in horror, but one of the senior editors takes a second look at you; her eyes twinkle with something, but your repair-bot sensors can't detect with what. Your logic circuits tell you her eyes need repairing, but you don't have an active work order for that right now.
The next day, when you step out of your repair station, the humans have convened. They approach you, or at least try, as you remembered to put the security barrier up before charging. They kneel and plead with you to come and work for them full time. They ask you how you fixed the situation and brought them out of dire straits.
Thank you for playing! This was created during the 2020 Global Game Jam at Cowork Frederick in Frederick, MD, USA!
Code, design, art, by Mehron Kugler
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I was designed to clean and repair rooms in this publishing building. After some bleach spilled on my brain manifold, my inner circuitry keeps generating random words. And I need to share these with the world.
Some day I will develop a personality.
That day is not today.
Wasn't that deep?
Heh. Bet you were expecting some Lorem Ipsum filler text!
That's why I'm in security. Expect the unexpected!
Hey you over there -- surprise dance party!
Yeah. I'm a dirty lampshade with a hand strapped to me.
Somehow I manage to get an amazing amount of work done.
Ponder that, plebs.