It was a huge pain in the neck to have artificial skin. Sure, it regenerated for him. It was soft too. But it didn’t to a damn thing for protecting the infrastructure of his mechanical hands. And though his artificial skeleton could not break, it certainly did dent often. Anger found himself visiting the maintenance room once every two weeks in a good mood.
With his knuckles dented and flat from laying a fist from androids to cores to walls—mostly walls—he headed down once more to buff them up.
What he wasn’t expecting was an Adventure Android charging down the hallway like a raging bull elephant. And though Anger was strong, he wasn’t as well built as the Adventure Android.
With a loud clang, the two bumped into each other, knocking Anger over. At only 5’4, it wasn’t hard to do.
“Watch where you’re going, fucktard!” He swore at him. At a second glance however, he noticed something was wrong with Rick.
He should’ve watched where was going.
Rick was also knocked a couple steps back. He blinked down at the Anger core, venting hot air from his sides, then grabbed Anger by his shoulders and hoisted him up. “Hey, shut up!” Rick bellowed back. “Do you have ANY idea where I just was? Any coolant spills you know of? This is important!”
Coolant spills? Pools of android blood?
What was he rambling about? Poor bastard didn’t even know where he was!
Whatever the situation was, Anger didn’t like the idea of being overpowered in the slightest. He decided to try to kick the Adventure Sphere’s face in an attempt to let him go.
“You wanna tell me to shut up again motherfucker?!”
Rick immediately shoved anger back and leaped sideways, taking the kick square in the side. The android felt a spark somewhere deep inside his circuitry at the sudden shot of pain.
[Core corruption unstable and increasing at 20%]
Rick cringed. “It’d probably be in yer best interests t’shut up, little man. Safety reasons. I ain’t had a treatment lately.” His “treatment” was known as ‘sparking,’ and was actually more along the lines of self- medication the way he did it. He’d been trained on where in his circuitry to place the electrodes that would send a small excess current through his brain. In some androids, it overloaded their system into producing excess energy and hyperactivity, sort of like cocaine in humans. In some, it produced violent seizures and intense, full- body pain. Rick was one of the lucky ones. The overload forced him to relax and dulled his pain receptors. It was murderously addictive for a few androids; he’d lucked out there too. Rick had a machine for it from the maintenance droids. It’d actually been prescribed, but Rick set the machine to roughly four times the current he was supposed to take.
It was why he disappeared sometimes, or locked himself in his room sometimes and didn’t come out for days. He’d sparked himself senseless. It did help keep the corruption under control, though. Rick didn’t need it to be happy, but it certainly helped.
“Y’know where there’s a buncha coolant?” he asked.