>>6020402You delve into the depths of your LARRYCORP MENTAL STORAGE UNIT to try and place the source of the sound. In your mind's eye, your memories are saved into an easy to navigate feed, sorted by the date you saved them in. PASSCODE ON MAGAZINE... nope, already used that one. Hmm... none of these seem right— oh hang on, here we go.
You remember now. You don't particularly remember why you saved this memory in the first place though. That's interesting. Anyway, God, this was ugly. A few months ago, there was a family that had wanted to start an animal farm. Since STANFARMS took care of all the husbandry in the NEW AMERICAS, their request was denied. This angered the small town that the family was from, and they decided to hold a protest. It was something; a town full of people banded together for a common cause in the streets, the snow falling on their rosy faces.
".....!"
The protest didn't last a week. STANFARMS wasn't just in charge of husbandry and agriculture; they were military also. They swiftly slaughtered everyone in the town. There was no quarter, obviously. A few days later, someone in the company had somehow obtained video of the event. They were most likely fired, if not worse. You were told to track down any copies of the video and scrub them from the Web. There wasn't much; it didn't really gain any traction. However, you recall that the video was absent of any DAIRYBOTS, which are usually their first line of offense. Instead, they opted for a MAULERBOT.
"Harry!"
Larger and more menacing than any of those other cow robots could ever hope to be, its massive pulverizing hands effortlessly tore through groups of people. The large pistons that powered high caliber cannons in its wrists create that whirr sound. The sound you're currently hearing right—
"HARRY!"
It's SHERRY'S voice. You shake yourself out of your mental unit. You look up. A MAULERBOT stares right at you, its cold eyes penetrating your comparatively tiny body. Fuck.
