[PRESENT DAY: STREETS OF DISTRICT ZERO]
Sektor walked down through the moderately crowded streets of District Zero, looking about everywhere curiously. The robot had first garnered much attention as it would awkwardly walk at an odd, uncoordinated pace, bumping into quite a few irate pedestrians who were about to object sternly upon looking up at it and backing away warily. However, as Sektor began to study how humans walk it adjusted it's pace, walking at an almost eerily human pace, it's arms swinging subtly at its side, cocking it's 'head' side to side occasionally. 

Sektor crossed at an intersection towards a transportation port between districts. Guards clad in armor, with their faces hid by a balaclava and helmet held guns against their chest, looking around cautiously to ensure no crime was to be committed on premises. 

As Sektor approached the stairwell, one of the guards held out a gauntlet-clad hand in front of him. "Halt there, machine. State your model identification number and primary directive." The guard demanded in a calm, but firm tone. 

Sektor's eye light dilated, as if it was centering in on the guard. It clicked ominously but spoke, "Unit identification number: 0.18462958 - Primary Directive: Classified." The guard clenched his fist slightly but began to type information into a small datapad. "Your identification number doesn't show up in our clearance, robot. Care to explain why?"

Sektor made a small whirring noise before responding, "Base code is classified. Orders from District Zero Administration." 

The guard could only sigh and look at the datapad once more before looking back up. "Fine, I'll let you pass. Be some other guard's problem. But if you come back here and start issues, I'll turn your scrap heap ass into a dildo, you hear me?" The guard threatened menacingly. 

"Affirmative, information database updated." Sektor responded before entering the tram sent for District 4.