Prisc

You see that robot boy? He's got depression

``STARTUP BOOT SEQUENCE INTIATED`` ``...`` ``SYSTEMS ONLINE`` Lights. Noises. Movement. Functionally is restored one by one. First, sound. "...-is coming online. Look at that. Pretty thing looks as good as new." Pretty thing? Is that referring to someone? To him? He's- Where is he? Vision comes back next. Green eyes light up, illuminating Prisc's pleasant face. He's not in the lab. He's not with his father. He's not even in some government facility, by the looks of it. "Viv, can you grab the oil and the optical calibrator? Poor guy might be a bit out of it, he's been out for ages." Ages? That can't be good. Who are these people? A girl - Viv - returns with the items requested by a lightly tanned young man and hands them over. "Be careful with this one, Kon. We don't know who is manufacturer is, or even how old he might be. Could be dangerous." Scent is the next sense to return - it reeks of grease and metal. They're in some sort of... garage. A workshop, by the look of it. Prisc is strapped down to a table, his legs and right arm detached and his chest opened up. This is not a pleasant way for anyone to wake up, but lucky Prisc's motor functions aren't active yet... so he doesn't have a way to scream. *These people - who are they? Doctor Oryom's assistants? Thieves?* "Phew! I'm parched. Working all day works up a real sweat..." The Viv girl just took a swig of oil. Father doesn't like when Prisc swears, but he decides that just this once is okay. *What the fuck. Are they... machines? Rebels? Rogue robots? Where are all the humans?? Crap crap crap... Dad is gonna be SO mad that he lost all his limbs again, and who knows how long he's been out-* "Alright, that should restore his primary functions..." The man - or android? - called Kon says, as he solders something back into place in Prisc's open chest. "He's in fantastic condition, especially considering old he might be. Any minute now, we should see him-" Motor functionality restored. Prisc doesn't move. "...huh. That's strange." Kon's brow furrows in confusion. "He should be coming online now. Maybe he needs a few minutes to dust out the digital cobwebs." Prisc tunes the rest of the conversation out as Kon and Viv bicker on and on about why their restoration project isn't restored yet - all the while, Prisc sits in wait. Planning on escaping once they've left the room. The moment comes quickly - but with a caveat. "you!" Kon shouts, as he and Viv head towards the door. "Come clean up the mess in the workshop. And try not to touch the 'droid we found in that old abandoned building, 'kay?"