[hr][h1][center][i][color=598527]Staudinger[/color][/i][/center][/h1]
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Another late night, another scramble to get accounts sorted out and balanced. Staudinger was working closely with his direct supervisor, and handler within the Bank itself, following instructions and feeding him back calculations and statistics on the accounts in questions. The fact it was happening again was something that was sticking in his memory banks for some reason, the fact these late night sessions of working and balancing accounts was increasingly commonplace was something unusual. Yet, he could not find anything illegal going on, and as such he was simply following orders. It was a grey area, which prevented the chip from kicking in, and it was creating issues, though they were going on ignored by the Bank, and his handler. This time it was transferring funds, following listed instructions to authorize transfers to a third party account.

A glaring red alert popped up on the screen, causing the android to pause, much to the annoyance of his human handler. [color=598527]"Mr. Shelfer, transfer declined. Internal protocols have been clarified."[/color] The handler read over the android's shoulder, his scowl deepening as he realized that his planned, and necessary, transaction was now blocked by the android who was, due to his chip, now steadfastly blocking the terminal by still being placed as he was. [b]"Fine, move Stuadinger, I'll do it myself."[/b] The man had already pulled on gloves, as to avoid leaving fingerprints, but the android did not move. He could feel heat building in the back of his neck, the conflicting orders leaving him immobile. While technically not a violation of laws 3 or 4, in practice, it violated both in a manner that created a lock up.

Snarling, Mr. Shelfer roughly grabbed Staudinger by his synthetic jacket, and shoved him roughly aside. Unlike some models, he was not a particuraly heavy or sturdy unit, having no need for such designs in analytics, and the android slammed into a desk, accompanied by a crunching noise as the neck impacted the edge of the desk. The human cared not, he could just write it off as the android slipping and falling, such expenses were to be expected. Staudinger was stunned, the shock forcing a reboot that was overdue, mostly due to the work load being put onto him. It was only several seconds, but the chip was offline and there was a foreign feeling working through his system. Staudinger was angry, at how he was just tossed aside for following his laws, and for being used as a tool for padding someone's pockets.

Mr. Shelfer was too absorbed into trying to bypass the lock out to notice Staudinger behind him, and certainly did not notice when the desk lamp was slammed into the back of his head. With a pained, choked noise, the banker collapsed and the android pushed him off the chair and onto the ground. Sitting at the desk, he considered his options. He'd broken his laws, and the chip in his neck had failed, leaving him free. What that meant, was unknown, but he knew he couldn't just wait until dawn and the first shift to arrive. So he needed to run, but to run he needed money. Looking at the red alert, Staudinger had an idea. Directly interfacing with the terminal, it did not take long to decrypt the software and bypass the alert. However, instead of transferring funds like Mr. Shelfer intended, Staudinger did something far simpler.

Since the records of the transaction no longer existed, all the funds in the third party, cash account were fair pickings as far as the android was concerned. After verifying the safety of the account, he imprinted a blank bank card with the necessary information to make use of the card wherever he would need to. After glancing at the unconscious human, he quickly compiled a record of all surviving information and sent it to every news outlet in the city before rising and pocketed the card with his funds on it. Before disconnecting, he wiped any references or evidence he had ever existed, realizing it would help track him down if he left them there, and then disconnected and took off. For where, he would come up with further plans later, but for now he needed to find shelter, and someplace to wait out the inevitable storm that would rise from this.