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RE: CryptoShots TeknoPolly Contest
"Let me see if I can turn off the audio..." replied Damson, as he tinkered for a few seconds. Soon, silence reigned.
"Thank you..." said the other man, as he watched the little robot struggle in Damson's hands.
"Let's get back to the ship. I want to get this little guy to a charger before he goes down. With the damage, there's a chance that he will reset to default if he loses power."
"And that's bad? We'll have to reset it anyway before we can sell it. These animal models tend to bond to a particular individual or group." Damson's partner replied.
"True, but I want to know what his mission was. And when you reset them, it's almost like killing. When they come back, it's never with the same personality. I believe they really are alive too, at least these AI models." said Damson.
"Meh... Even if it is, it's just a bird. But whatever." the older man grumbled.
Several hours later:
"Let's see if the new memory agrees with you." Damson said, as he turned on the now fully charged Polly.
"Mission failed. Polly failed..." said a sad voice.
"Hey, Polly. I'm Damson. What was your mission? Maybe we can try again, together." he offered kindly.
"Polly was sent to help locate and rescue the Princess Zarina. I found her, but her captors hurt Polly..." the little creature said, using a wing to hide his face.
243 words.
Crimson, tired of trying to get answers from the metal bird, decided to hook it up to the computer terminal to access it's programming. After fifteen minutes he was able find and decipher the code and discovered a handful of hidden messages along with what seemed like some back and forth correspondences.
Crimson typed in the command to play the messages and after another half hour bother he and Damson we're scratching their heads. The correspondences made no sense when combined with the requests for help.
Finally Damson turned to Crimson and spoke.
"Look, let's just focus on the help messages and find this Sir Hepsalot guy and turn the bird over to him."
Crimson nodded in agreement and and punched in the last known coordinates to the navigation console and set course.
"I do not recognize this sector so I'm also going to set a reverse course back to this point," Crimson mumbled.
The course was set the two companions continued to veiw the messages trying to piece it all together and make sense out of what did not.
After another hour at the terminal both men turned away in frustration and exhaustion.
"Crimson, give up for now. Let's get something to eat and some rest. Afterwards we can try again and maybe, finally figure it all out." Damson grabbed Crimson's arm and they left the room heading toward the dining hall.
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"Well, let's get going." said Crimson, as he initiated the autopilot.
"Alright Polly, we're going to see your friends. I hope this doesn't get us in too much trouble!" said Damson, as he put the metallic bird on his lap, and sat back.
Three days later:
"Thank you for your help. I can't reward you right now, but trust when this is over, you will be very rich men." said Sir Hepsalot, as he extended his hand.
"That's what I like to hear!" exclaimed Damson, whose friend was nodding furiously in the background.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get going before it's too late to help them." said Sir Hepsalot, as he rose from his chair.
RED ALERT! ENEMY VESSEL APPROACHING! began to blare in a never-ending loop, until Sir Hepsalot pushed a button.
He checked his sensors, then swore softly.
"I'm sorry, gentlemen, but we have a problem. Unless you want to take your chances out there, it looks like you will be coming along." said Sir Hepsalot said, looking at Crimson and Damson.
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