Doc wakes excited for the day, smiling even as he wakes from his sleep. Clean all Alpha Complex chin meets razor before the arms meet the same shaven fate. With all due haste he gets ready and heads off to his first meeting for the group, though finding it may be a bit interesting.
Katlin smiles as Doc enters into her meeting room.
"Hello DDoc." She says, "It is goodd to see you happy this morning."
Her jumpsuit is well kept, and her hair is standard. Her eyes glint with a hint of maliciousness, kept masked. "When shall we begin?"
Get reprogrammed his console to mute the morning announcements. To prevent suspicion, he rigged a custom alarm clock to scrape the morning announcements and play today’s message. This serves no practical purpose but it makes Get feel he’s gotten one over on the Computer.
He slinks down the corridor to his meeting, excited to meet his new project team.
Charles will shuffle in, stuffing his PDC into his messenger bag. Adjusting his glasses, he will look at those members of the Project Team already here.
Hello, he says, good to see more happy faces today.
Get regarded Charles archly. Did he encounter many faces that weren’t happy? In flagrant disregard of mandatory happiness?
But there was a dilemma. If he revealed Charles as a traitor now, he’d paint himself as a target. If he saved it for later, Get would be subject to execution for not reporting it sooner.
He decided to keep it to himself until he could find a way to safely use it...
Get eyed the coffee cups with a mix of desire and suspicion. He’d never been offered free coffee before...and reminded himself that he still hasn’t been offered free coffee.
Perhaps he never would.
"Yes! Hello!" said a man, just a man. Nothing to ponder. "Friend Computer, what will you have of this tool who is me?"
Doc smiles even brighter at Katlin as she speaks. "Oh yes fellow citizen, it is so easy to be happy under the benevolent watch of Computer. Every day is as perfect as the last." He returns her glinty eye stare with a boyish naive expression of pure good naturedness, although their is the constant feeling that he is cataloguing every observation in his head.
Doc's gaze lingers on each citizen as they come in, silently probing each in turn for any treason. His splendid muscles ripple as he stands and waits to be given permission to step towards the green citizen in the room. Perfectly manicured features on full display as if he were ready to interview each of the troubleshooters for a puff piece on how wonderful it is to be a useful citizen of the Complex.
Mentally he assesses the morale of each entrant, never too late to start performance reviews.
"It's easy and correct to be happy." Trap hiccups.
"Yes, sir, absolutely, sir!" Trap stands to full attention.
Knowing better than to disobey a direct order, Get takes a seat (checking to make sure it's a seat he's cleared to sit in, of course), confirms that his dossier has his name on it, and starts to read, giving Sar a perfunctory (but sufficient) Yessir.
Doc takes a seat behind the rest of the group, moving just fast enough to avoid treasonous sloth charges. He runs his hand along his hair, checking everything is all right, you never know who's looking on.
Doc reads over his dossier, and attempts to side eye the other's files without drawing attention to himself.
"Yessir!" katlin said with a gleeful smile, giving a sidelong glance at Doc LUV.
Die.
She snatches her dossier and parses it with the joy of a child finding a present under a christmas tree, excitement brewing in her mind of what her task was.
Sitting down and accepting his dossier along with a cup of coffee type drink, Charles will open his dossier. Reading through it with the efficiency that he does with all forms, Charles does not even glance at the other members of the Project Team as he does so. Once he finishes reading, he closes the folder, making sure that every paper is in place as he does so, and stands back up.
Finishing his cup of coffee type drink, he will smile at the rest of the team, and asks So, when do we leave to go down?
Get quietly mouths you too as Sar leaves. He folds his instructions neatly and places them into his mouth, then swishes a mouthful of coffee-type drink and spits the stained pulp into the nearest trash receptacles.
Oopse. That wasn’t food after all.
He stands by the door. Ready for your command, team leader.
The other troubleshooters become aware of that a rather startled looking clone with messy brown hair is now with them and blinking at the dossier with his name on it.
"Uh..." He glances around in surprise and then gingerly picks it up. "Happy to be chosen for this mission." He sounds more bewildered than happy.
As SAR-G-ENT-6 exits and barks his final command, Dudley jumps up, grabs a cup, pours himself some motor oil coffee-type drink, and takes a swig. He closes his eyes and nervously hoping he doesn't explode as the liquid hits his stomach.
Katlin smiles, and drinks herself a cup of coffee as she begins, gesturing for her leader to begin leaving. "We have a job to do. Let's get going!"
Name: CORN-R-None-1
Gender: Male
Service Group: HPD & Mind Control
Description: Dark Haired Grinner who could afford to lose a few pounds, adores his green suit.
Hey guys, sorry I'm late (nontreasonous offence) but I'm ready to go!
Having been ordered by a green to drink, Doc takes a swig of the coffee and stands in front of the rest of the team.
"Hello everyone, I am Doc-R-LUV-1 and I will be your team leader today. If you would all kindly stand up, give your name and service group, and then sit back down, I will assign proper positions to each of you and then we will make haste down to sub-basement Ala-Bma. Once there we will reopen six storage units, clear out whatever treasonous vermin we find their, and finally we will inventory what is in those containers and report our findings to computer. We will start with you." Doc will point to each member of the team in order.
When the finger points to him, Get clears his throat.
Get-R-DUN-1, Clone Vat Maintence.
He looks back to his chair, all the way across the room, sighs and sits down on the ground next to the door.
"Trap-R-JON, at Friend Computer's service. HPD and Mind Control ...specifically I'll be your guide for mandatory morale sing-alongs. I hope you're ready to love singing!"
Regarding Reddy slowly, Get saw an opening and took it.
Friend citizen, what do you mean you're not just Reddy? Are you also someone else? Do you have a second identity?
Having just stood and about to speak, Dudley blinks at GET-R-Dun-1's outburst.
"Er, didn't he just say he's also Will-8-RED-E? Question answered."
He clears his throat and regards Doc.
"I am Dudley-R-Lef-1, and I am currently assigned to Production, Logistics & Commissary, the Inventory System Updaters."
He shook his head slowly.
Even if he did, which he didn't, that'd still be one clone claiming to be two people. Why is that, Reddy? Or should I say "Will-i-ngg"? Or "A-b-ell?" Claiming red, infrared and blue security clearance? This sounds like treason to me...
Get rested his hand on his gun. He didn't want to start shooting if Reddy had a good reason for this...but the whole thing reeked of treason to him.
"Wheeeennnnn youuuuuuu're not sure what going on
Then you can sing! You can sing!
Misunderstandings with your peers?
You can sing! That's the thing!
If you keep yourself so silent
Things might just get too violent!
So come one, come all, it's time to sing!"
Jumps up, spills coffee, has possibly taken one to many happy pills, "CORN-R-None-1 CPD & Mind Control! Super Happy to be here guys, Lets get Cracking!" Standing up more than ready to begin the days hot blooded, lip smacking adventure.
Eyeing Trap and knowing full well that failing to join the mandatory HPD singalong was treason, Get joined along.
"Wheeeennnnn youuuuuuu're not sure what going on
Then you can sing! You can sing!
Misunderstandings with your peers?
You can sing! That's the thing!
If you keep yourself so silent
Things might just get too violent!
So come one, come all, it's time to sing!"
But he didn't take his eyes off Reddy. Not for one second.
Seeking to regain control of the situation, Doc shouts "HAIL THE COMPUTER!" and raises his hand in salute to the computer. Hoping against hope that his voice will carry enough to bring everyone to attention. If not, he could contact computer and have the treasonous non-saluting scum reported for their insubordination and disrespect to the computer.
"While you're singing you can hail, hail, hail
Hail the computer!
But if you fail, fail, fail
Fail to do either!
YOU ARE TRAITOR SCUM AND SHOULD DIEEEEEE!"
"While you're singing you can hail, hail, hail
Hail the computer!
But if you fail, fail, fail
Fail to do either!
YOU ARE TRAITOR SCUM AND SHOULD DIEEEEEE!"
Singing with GUST-O! Smiling pleasantly at everyone and taking note. Makes sure no one ever stands behind him. Scans the room for vending machines in need of repair/need updating of inventory logs. All for the Glory of Friend Computer.
Doc realizes whats going on and joins in the singalong in lock step with the others.
"We must really get along,
As we sing this song,
So let us get to work, and carry out our jobs for COMPUTER!"
Hoping Trap will get the hint and end the singalong, Doc quickly runs his hands through his other hand down his suit to smooth some wrinkles while keeping his original salute.
Singing and hailing at the same time...sure, why not!
"While you're singing you can hail, hail, hail
Hail the computer!
But if you fail, fail, fail
Fail to do either!
YOU ARE TRAITOR SCUM AND SHOULD DIEEEEEE!"
He takes his hand far off from his gun so he can hail even better.
Dudley watches Get with wide eyes.
"Uh...hail the Computer?" Dudley parrots uncertainly as Doc calls for patriotism.
He joins in on the mandatory singalong as the others pick it up as well.
"Katlin-R-None, Production, Logistics & Commissary [Printing Office Field Checkers] "
"While you're singing you can hail, hail, hail
Hail the computer!
But if you fail, fail, fail
Fail to do either!
YOU ARE TRAITOR SCUM AND SHOULD DIEEEEEE!"
She smiles, and gives a sidelong glance at Doc.
Mine.
Charles stands up to introduce himself.
I am Charles-R-CTR-1, from the Central Processing Unit [Form Inventory Officers]
Charles then sits back down and hails the computer while joining in with the sing-along.
"While you're singing you can hail, hail, hail
Hail the computer!
But if you fail, fail, fail
Fail to do either!
YOU ARE TRAITOR SCUM AND SHOULD DIEEEEEE!"
Still singing "Its time get the f$#& f%!$ f+&+ going for the glory of friend computer! Only 24 Hours to go or we fail fail fail!" I stop singing and ask, "Does anyone have a map?" Still smiling making positive eye contact with all you fine citizens, and still looking for ending machines.
"That is very, very true!" Katlin says, "We must go places, after all."
She grabs Trap-R-Jons hand, and begins to take him to their destination.
"What a pleasure to work with such staunch servants of Friend Computer! Let us praise him with paperwork!" There isn't much slurring.
"Right, we must move, move, move. I am Team Lead, Trap is Happiness Officer, Katlin is Bots/Weapons/Vehicles/Sundry Equipment Repair and Maintenance Officer, Charles you are Loyalty Officer, Corn congratulations citizen you are Hygiene Officer, Dudley you handle Communications and Recording Officer..." Doc has a puzzled look on his face as he rushes down the hall shouting positions to the others and guiding them with his PDC. "Friend Computer, I have run out of positions on the team and have more troubleshooters... Is there any positions available that I can assign or are they without position?"
Turning to look at Doc when he addresses the computer, Charles will say
As loyalty officer, I must inquire if your attempt to give every member of our team a position is a sign of you being a Commie sympathizer.
I can’t help but notice that Katlin has five roles, any of which I’m qualified for.
Dudley blinks in surprise at his assigned role, but he quickly pulls out his Bullhorn (with Megabooster™) in anticipation of assisting with Communications. Then he makes sure the coffee-type drink container is empty and, since it's not, pours the rest into any available cups.
Bellowing into his Bullhorn (with Megabooster™), Dudley says,
With a grimace, Get finished his second cup and looks fearfully at the conatainer, dreading a third.