[sup] $:/>connect maintenance_6
     password: guest
 maintenance_6> status
 | syntax error
 maintenance_6> check_status
 | syntax error
 maintenance_6> status_check
 maintenance_6> Camera: Ok!
 maintenance_6> Microphone: Ok!
 maintenance_6> Locotmotion: Compromised (LEG_A, LEG_B)!
 maintenance_6> Process: cleaning_script_5_mag
 maintenance_6> Firmware: Update available!
 maintenance_6> stop cleaning_script_5_mag -t 15 -x
 maintenance_6> Are you sure? Y/N
 maintenance_6> Y
 maintenance_6> ..\
 $:/>sudo cp %CORE%/Personality/CURRENT/ maintenance_6[/sup]

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 The little robot fell from the ceiling, adding yet another dent and a few extra scrapes to the chassis of the thing. After a rather ungainly few seconds spent righting itself, it took a few tentative steps sideways, then forwards, then backwards. Internal fans revved into life, jetting out a stream of dust over the floor behind it, before winding down once again. The screen that made the "face" of the thing flickered a few times. A variety of faces danced across the monitor, along with the occasional glimpse of a spreadsheet, a command line prompt, images of kittens in baskets and, finally, back to the simple face it usually displayed. With the diagnostics [i]mostly[/i] complete, the robot now bounded over towards the bed occupied by Fiddlesticks. Whatever was controlling the thing now seemed to be capable of far more "natural" movement, even in such an unnatural contraption.

 With grace, it leaped up on to the bed. The socks didn't make it easy, necessitating a brief but desperate scramble to find proper footing on the mattress. Now, on the bed with Fiddlesticks, the robot remained as low down as it could, crawling along up alongside the prone figure until it reached the "head end". The medical knowledge of the AI was a little sparse, especially when it came to terminology, but what it lacked in understanding it happily made up for with reckless enthusiasm.

 The robot gingerly nudged the nose of the sleeping Fiddlesticks with one socked foot, depositing some dust and smudging some other grub taken from the floor, ceiling and walls there.

 "[color=#d9d9d9]Hey. Hey. [I]Hey.[/i] Hey. Hello. Hey. Wake up. Hey. Hey. [b]Hey![/b][/color]"

 It gave him another nudge, just to be sure, while charging up the flash on the robot's in-built camera. The best Official Crew Database photos were taken in this manner, as far as the Ship AI was concerned. After all, people generally looked a little shocked when they were rudely awoken by an unfamiliar robot, and they tended to look shocked when they met their untimely end, which made it so much easier to identify the bodies.