Upon entering the armory, Instaurabo immediately located the slightly taller, but much more sturdily built battlebot. He only nodded when the other spoke of the other model, following it. His eyes focused on the abnormally moving limb, called a ‘leg’ by humans. Star silently sent a command to his internal processors. Analyze and identify problem. Immediately data began scrolling down his sensors, showing measurements in his sight, including the very angles the limb was moving at.
Analysis Complete. Possible reasons for malfunction are...
-Loss/Inconsistent pneumatic pressure
-Loss/Inconsistent power
-Faulty Circuitry
-Water infiltration
-Broken Joint
-Broken Servo
-Broken Bearing
...
Instaurabo immediately stopped going through the data readout when they located the other bot. ‘Jack’ removed some armor plating on his left leg. Within was a mess of wires and some cracked circuitry. Immediately, the computers began re-analysis of the issue.
Analysis Complete. The list has been narrowed to...
-Loss/Inconsistent power
-Faulty Circuitry
Offer more detailed list under each section?
Instaurabo had already begun disassembling the dead model’s leg, his tool morphing at an impressive rate, the pieces seeming to come off in his hands as easily as a human might take apart a puzzle. He selected several pieces of circuitry and removed some longer pieces of wire, ignoring the fact that not all the wire had belonged to this original system.
“I AM CUTTING OFF THE POWER SUPPLY TO YOUR LEG. THIS IS A PLANNED PROCEDURE.” It was a programmed feature in his system- in the past less intelligent bots had been known to destroy engineers mid-job, observing loss of power similar to any other attack and responding in kind. Instaurabo moved quickly, carefully removing the older circuitry and cataloging it in his system as he did, next removing any worn, exposed, or faulty wiring. He reached back and slipped the cords of the Battery Pack built into his kit, calibrating the appropriate charge. Methodically he went through, testing connection points with small bursts of electricity- this caused the mechanical limb to jerk, kick, and turn. At various points, upon finding an irregularity in the movement, Star would take his dissembler, carefully adjusting various switches and screws, applying lubricant were necessary. Finally satisfied, he replaced both the charging cords and removed the welding pen, carefully soldering in the individual connections from recalled memory and his newly updated data banks. He once again went through the process of testing for each section that required new circuitry as he installed the new chips, and once satisfied carefully bundled the cords neatly according to purpose and grouping, using discarded wire as ties. The final thing he did was reconnect the circuits to Jack’s main system, allowing him renewed access to power and control of that leg.
Saving and Compiling notes of procedure...
“I WOULD ADVISE IMMEDIATE TESTING, AS THERE IS A .23903% CHANCE OF CALIBRATION ERROR.” Instaurabo went back to the helmet of the dead model, disassembling it. He knew exactly what he was looking for- it was simple, a memory storage model used universally among the humans for storing data- and used universally among robots for storing smaller static programs. It was located within the sound processing unit, as expected. Raising a hand to his own head, Instaurabo twisted his fingers precisely, pressing, and then sliding a small section of his headpiece sideways, exposing several slots. He plucked out a similar storage module, about the size of a fingernail, and slid the newer one into place, discarding the old one without a glance. Fingers once again moved in a practiced motion, relocking the plate.
Functioning Audio Projection module detected. Switching control from System Speakers. Vocabulary database expanded.
“Better.” His new voice had become more similar to Jack’s, though not quite the same. More human would be an accurate statement.
“This facility hasn’t shown any sign of life, robotic or otherwise, besides us. I have already had the computers run scans on the building. My primary directive has not altered. I am to locate and repair friendlies in any manner possible.” Instaurabo tilted his head slightly. “However, friendly is undefined, and I have no area of assignment. My directive is vague as well. I believe I possess a basic understanding of humanity however. They seem to focus primarily on survival. I doubt that our creators would have caused their own destruction unless it ensured the further survival of the specie.” His processors focused momentarily on the weaponry possessed by the other bot. “I identify you as friendly, mainly based upon the lack of ‘shots fired’. However, my own function was not designed for combat duties, nor solo traveling. I request permission to join your squadron as combat engineer until such a point that a humanoid can re-assume control.”
[POWER TO COMPUTE: Scan Jack and his equipment for further malfunctions.]