Frustration ran down the side of their artificial jaw as they scowled down at the Data Disk. Why were all the problem jobs being passed off to it? Sure, they were less expirenced and even less skilled, but passing off work that even a typical filing machine could handle was just insulting.


    "Ro. Please comfirm and summarize the records." The speaker message was recorded. Shows how honest they''re being. Ro couldn''t even ignore the jab, as it was a part of who they were. Tals were naturally assessive. They packed the data disk into the reader as Ro dived into the simulated recording.


    According to the logs, the simulation was similar to human dreams. Just with far more lucidity and control. They hated being in such a false world, seperated from the connection to the archives. It made them feel cripplingly isolated.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    ''It was cruel of Animus to give us emotions.'' Ro contemplated. Some of them found a higher calling and ascended to mortality. The rest of them was stuck inside the archives, looking for purpose for as long as it takes. Some crumbled or were deleted for their own sakes.


    When Ro first started the recording, they expected a normal calm situation where the explorer starts the program and gives a introduction. When the first thing Ro saw was someone being skewered by bone lance, then pitching forward; it''s mind blanked.


    Then it panicked, as blood ran red and the world slowly faded to black.