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\u201cWell that was some bullshit,\u201d I say to Roscoe.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSo what did they ask you?\u201d he says. He looks a little scared of me. He\u2019s standing farther back from me than feels right.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDude, it was bullshit. Relax. They probably fucked up and they\u2019re using this android paranoia as a cover. That\u2019s what the elite fuckers always do. Make up a story and then try to find a scapegoat.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n Roscoe is nodding. His eyebrows are pushed together more in the middle than normal. And that mother fucker has a unibrow, so it\u2019s a damn caterpillar up there.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n I continue, \u201cWell, they ain\u2019t blaming this shit on me. Besides, I got a wife and kid back home. Ain\u2019t no fucking robot\u2019s figured out how to\u2026 how to have a baby, have they?\u201d I catch myself there at the end, realizing that people have been fucking robots for a long time now.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n Roscoe sticks his lips out like a duck bill as he scrunches his face together more.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cRight,\u201d he says, nodding.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n But then he stops nodding. His face smooths out and the caterpillar above his eyes jumps up to his hairline\u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWait? \u2026Have they?\u201d he asks.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019m back in my bunk, swigging whiskey and going over the questions I was asked. It felt like they were trying to get me to say something they could use against me\u2026<\/p>\n <\/p>\n K<\/strong>\u2662<\/strong><\/span>:<\/span> If there existed a perfect clone of you, would it also be you?<\/span> (Test Questions)<\/strong><\/p>\n You want to hear about perfect clone of me? My little baby boy, Harry, might as well be the perfect version of me. He\u2019s got his Momma\u2019s green eyes, but otherwise, he looks just like I did as a baby. Would a robot remember what he looked like as a baby? No, course not. They don\u2019t make robot babies. <\/em><\/p>\n NEXT QUESTION!<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 0\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 0\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n 3<\/strong>\u2664<\/strong>: Armory<\/span> (Security installations, related to the safety of the station.)<\/strong><\/p>\n I think back to talking with Roscoe at the armory about this android BS when the rumors first started spreading. He was making sure everything was locked up tight. He\u2019s a security guard at the station.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, if someone\u2019s planting androids to sabotage the station, I gotta make it as hard as possible for them to get their robot hands on the weapons,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, well, if they were smart,\u201d I said, \u201cthey\u2019d plant them in security.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at me with a smile, but it faded as I laughed at my own joke.<\/p>\n \u201cRelax, Roscoe, you too stupid to be a fucking android,\u201d I said, reassuring him with a punch to the shoulder.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n He shook it off and we left together. I noticed the passcode he punched in was in an \u201cH\u201d pattern. 1-4-7-3-6-9-4-5-6. Made me think of my baby, Harry. Damn, I miss him. One more month on this spinning deathtrap and the job\u2019ll be done and he\u2019ll be back in my arms.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 0\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 1\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n 2<\/strong>\u2664<\/strong>: Guard Station<\/span> (Security installations, related to the safety of the station.)<\/strong><\/p>\n I followed him back up to his post. I was waiting for his shift to end so we could go meet the boys for some cards. Watching him mindlessly punch in codes at his terminal, the wheels started turning. Maybe they would plant androids as security guards. I mean, other than the obvious advantages to having access to all the codes and weapons, it\u2019s the lowest skill set on a space station. Hell, even the cooks have to have a human touch to make that crap they serve in the cafeteria.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n But what does a security guard do? Nothing. Unless something happens, of course. They just sit and stare at screens. Or punch codes. Turn keys.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n As I watched Roscoe that night, I remember the little hairs on the back of my neck started raising. Like, I suddenly could see it. I had forgotten about that until just now. I shook it off then cause I was looking forward to some seven card stud and booze.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n If anyone\u2019s an android, it\u2019s probably that fucker. And he was waiting for me after they questioned me. Probably trying to get notes so he could pass the test himself.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 1\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 1\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n 6<\/strong>\u2661<\/strong><\/span>:<\/span> Showers<\/span> (Social life of the station, related to people, their actions, their relationships, their routines.)<\/strong><\/p>\n Thinking back to the rumors, when I first heard them, it was Jeff the engineer that first talked about it. We were in the showers, all of us from the reactor crew. Jeff was saying he\u2019d heard it from Anthony, the management guy, and I remember Anthony getting upset and not wanting to talk about it.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Before long, everyone was talking shit about it like it was a joke. Teemo, the coolant expert, was joking that Alberto couldn\u2019t be one cause his dick was too short to reach the outlet to plug in and recharge. Everyone was laughing but Anthony. Now I know why. Management was taking this seriously already, weren\u2019t they?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The whole reactor team was there. I remember there was total of 10 of us: me, Jeff the mechanical engineer, Anthony from management, Teemo the coolant guy, Alberto the lead tech, Kentay the computer engineer, Francois from the testing department, and the three other mechanics: Charlie, Merrill, and Hackett.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The most important crew on the station.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 1\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 2\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n 8<\/strong>\u2661<\/strong><\/span>:<\/span> Gym<\/span> (Social life of the station, related to people, their actions, their relationships, their routines.)<\/strong><\/p>\n Taking another sip of whiskey, my mind goes back to Roscoe. He and I worked out a few times and he was always able to lift way more than me. And I ain\u2019t no slouch.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n How did I not see it before? Dude has got to be an android.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 2\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 2\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n 7<\/strong>\u2664<\/strong>: Communication Center<\/span> (Security installations, related to the safety of the station.)<\/strong><\/p>\n Last time I talked to Delores on one of the terminals in the comms center, Harry Jr. was taking his first steps. She held the camera on him as it happened. I\u2019ve missed a lot while I\u2019ve been here, but I couldn\u2019t pass up the money\u2014it will set us up for a long time. Sure, the radiation from both the reactor and space itself means I can\u2019t bring my family and I\u2019ll probably end up with cancer. But the hazard pay on this deep space station is 20 times what I\u2019d get at a cushy space port.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I love going to the comms center. I get to see my family. Other than the reactor itself, the comms center is the most important part of this station.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 2\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 3\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n A<\/strong>\u2664<\/strong><\/span>:<\/span> Brig<\/span> (Security installations, related to the safety of the station.)<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019m feeling pretty drunk. I should probably stop drinking. The whole reason I was questioned was I blacked out and ended up in a place I wasn\u2019t supposed to be. They called it suspicious behavior and threw me in the brig.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Man, it was<\/em> kinda crazy. How the hell did I even get there? I never used to blackout and end up in weird places before. I\u2019d just pass out and wake up with some apologies to make.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n No, no, no. Those pencil pushers got in my head. I know who I am.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I think.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 3\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 3\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n 7<\/strong>\u2662<\/strong><\/span>:<\/span> Cryo units<\/span> (Scientific life of the station, related to substances, experiments, reports.)<\/strong><\/p>\n They got me questioning my own damn humanity. Those fuckers are the questionable ones. They won\u2019t even tell us who or what<\/em> they got in those cryo units.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 4\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 3\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n 10<\/strong>\u2662<\/strong><\/span>:<\/span> Long-range telescope<\/span> (Scientific life of the station, related to substances, experiments, reports.)<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2026and those telescopes pointed at nothing. Shit, they probably aliens and they looking through those scopes to check in on their home planet. Using this android fake news to keep us scared of each other!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 5\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 3\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n 9<\/strong>\u2667<\/strong>: Maintenance storage<\/span> (Functionality of the station, related to life support systems, docking bays, mechanical processes.)<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2026and the stuff in the storage bay marked CONFIDENTIAL! I\u2019m a damn mechanic and I can\u2019t even get a look at half the shit in there!<\/p>\n Fuck. I need to find some more whiskey. I’m almost out.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 6\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 3\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Dammit. I\u2019m outta whiskey.<\/p>\n Other questions they asked pop into my head as I head down the corridor to the supply pantry.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Q<\/strong>\u2661<\/strong><\/span>:<\/span> What would people who never suffered be like?<\/span> (Test Questions)<\/strong><\/p>\n They wouldn\u2019t be Human.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Shit. Those alien elites probably born with a silver feeding tube in their mouths.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Q<\/strong>\u2664<\/strong>: How long will you be remembered after you die?<\/span> (Test Questions)<\/strong><\/p>\n If I do something worthy of a hero, maybe forever.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Yeah, like stopping an alien invasion\u2026<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 6\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 3\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n (No change)<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n A<\/strong>\u2662<\/strong>: Lab<\/span> (Scientific life of the station, related to substances, experiments, reports.)<\/strong><\/p>\n As I stumble down the corridor I must have taken that time I blacked out and got in trouble, I see the lab I once did some repairs in. No booze in there.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n They did<\/em> have a bunch of stuff locked away in a red glass cabinet that caught my eye. Had the circle with the arrow symbol for men on it.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 6\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 4\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n 8<\/strong>\u2664<\/strong>: Surveillance Office<\/span> (Security installations, related to the safety of the station.)<\/strong><\/p>\n Oh, shit. Must\u2019ve made another wrong turn. This sign says \u201cSurveillance Office.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n That\u2019s how the aliens keep an eye on us. I should probably find that booze and get back to my bunk. I got plans to make.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 7\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 4\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n 3<\/strong>\u2662<\/strong><\/span>:<\/span> Sickbay<\/span> (Scientific life of the station, related to substances, experiments, reports.)<\/strong><\/p>\n Wait, I remember this place. This is where I was before they took me to the brig. Wait, Roscoe was one of the fucking guys that took me to the brig. So he\u2019s in on it. He\u2019s not an android, obviously. He\u2019s an MP for the alien army.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I find some pills and gulp them down. I hope I got the right ones.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 8\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n ANDROID: 4\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n K<\/strong>\u2667<\/strong>: At what point is a technologically enhanced human not a human anymore?<\/span> (Test Questions)<\/strong><\/p>\n Well, I\u2019m not stupid. When people talk about following their heart, they really mean their brain. So as long as your brain is human, I guess you\u2019re still a human.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n They seem to like it when I said brain<\/em>. They probably want us for our brains.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n To eat em.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n J<\/strong>\u2667<\/strong>: How replaceable are you?<\/span> (Test Questions)<\/strong><\/p>\n Ain\u2019t never been nobody like me, and never will be again.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Damn straight.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PARANOID: 8\/10<\/strong><\/p>\n
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> Complete Name<\/span><\/h4>\n
Harold J. Deemis<\/span><\/h4>\n
> Occupation<\/span><\/h4>\n
Mechanic<\/span><\/h4>\n
> Gender<\/span><\/h4>\n
100% Man<\/span><\/h4>\n
> Immediate family<\/span><\/h4>\n
Wife Delores, and Harry Jr. the apple of my eye<\/span><\/h4>\n
> Time on the station<\/span><\/h4>\n
11 months\u2026 too long, that\u2019s for sure<\/span><\/h4>\n
> School<\/span><\/h4>\n
Hard Knocks<\/span><\/h4>\n
> University Degree<\/span><\/h4>\n
Ha!<\/span><\/h4>\n
> Hobbies<\/span><\/h4>\n
Cards with the guys and drinking till I pass out<\/span><\/h4>\n
> Psychological background<\/span><\/h4>\n
I ain\u2019t never talked to no shrink till today<\/span><\/h4>\n
> Medical History<\/span><\/h4>\n
Healthy as a horse, not that there\u2019s any around anymore<\/span><\/h4>\n
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