>>5848773It's a robot.
Holy shit, it's a fucking robot!
<span class="mu-i">Freyja's tits,</span> you see the Chicago Red Dog's logo on its shoulder! This is the machine the Red Dogs told you about in the bar!
What is it doing in a hospital wrapped up in a bag!?
Sumika is very confused. “What in the... what is that!?”
With the biggest grin on your face, you put your finger to your ear. “It's a Red Dog's drone, I think. I met those guys a couple days ago, told me all about it over drinks.”
“And... they didn't even bother telling me,” the operator sighed. “Departmentalization my ass.”
You feel the slightest vibration. Parts begin to heat up, electricity courses. The machine's lights flicker on. You step back as it begins to move, shredding through the bag with its strength but unable to get the momentum to snap the bindings holding its hands together. It tosses and turns like in restless sleep on the sterile mattress, before it acknowledges your presence, and its head locks directly at you and tracks you perfectly as you move.