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[h1]/accessing memory bank/[/h1]
[h3] ///ERROR[/h3]
[h3]/accessing memorybank/[/h3]
[h3]/creating new memory[/h3]
[h3]///STARTING MEMORY RECORDING. . .[/h3]

[center]DAY 1, YEAR UNKNOWN, DATE UNKNOWN[/center]
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SAM thought he was yielding peacefully. Apparently they take waving your hands in the air as a sign of hostility, he thought. The bolts surged through his body, overloading his pain sensors and doing a fair bit of damage. That fair bit of damage required a full system reboot to compensate for. Great, now he doesn’t even fucking know how long he’s been missing anymore. At the very least, he wasn’t shot to death, just gotta do what they say once they take him for “further interaction” and it will be smooth sailing, if he wasn’t detained for simply being there. Now that he thought about that, he probably will be detained for crash landing a ship, seems like something these guys would do judging by them preferring to shoot him rather than politely escort him. Sometimes, he wish that explosion actually killed him, eviscerated him into nothing but some red stains and a flying forearm.


“State your origin and reason for infiltrating our planet!” 

Yes, he infiltrated the planet, he was planning on sabotaging it all by himself with nothing but his bare hands, yes, that is exactly what happened. These people were proving to be insufferable as soon as he awoke… in a cage? He wasn’t a damn animal, he would punch you, not bite you. The questioner received a blank stare. You couldn’t tell, but SAM was fuming at this point. He should have some damn respect, and everyone on this planet so far could also use it, too. But, alas, he should probably answer truthfully.

[code]”Alkerandis Federation.”[/code] He says. [code]”Born there, lived there, served for it. I was on a quaint little cargo ship carrying a not-so quaint delivery, specifically, a large amount of predatory alien lifeforms, which happened to get loose. I am fortunate to be the only survivor, presumably. As for why I “infiltrated,”[/code] He was seething as he said that word, infiltrating, they liked to jump to conclusions, like they did when they assumed he would put up a fuss when he was being transported, or when they assumed he had malicious intent as he unknowingly collided into the desert, which apparently violated the privacy of the citizens who weren’t near the crash site in the slightest. [code]”I tried to steer the ship and take the helm. It didn’t work out. I can assure you that I didn't mean to do any of the things you accuse me of.”[/code]

He put his hand onto the cold metal links on the ground that made up his prison, using it as a support to get back up. His android body was on full display as they confiscated all his clothes. Did they do that with humans? The researchers would sure get a kick out of a woman crash landing here, he thought. 

The scientists could see their reflection on the white metal plating. It was so polished and gleaming it looked like some form of plastoid. Small niches revealed the inner exoskeleton, with it’s dark grey coloring and wires circling around it. His gold-tinted visor glanced around the room, taking in the depressing atmosphere. 


[code]”Now, if we are done with questioning,”[/code] he said, [code]”could you please return my clothes?”[/code]

[h3]///ENDING MEMORY RECORDING. . .[/h3]