1 Prologue

Author note:

Yes. I hate myself for doing this, but given the premise of the challenge, I can't help but think it as a good writing exercise for continuing Timey Wimey without further killing my muse. So a friend suggested that I stop whining about the recent SI infection CrW has, since it has been mostly shuffled off into BROB and only the quality ones (mostly) remain.

Here is the premise:

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"Unit Seven-One-One."

That loud high pitched voice made me wince, but I ignored it, hoping that it'd go away and let me sleep.

"Unit Seven-One-One!"

If I ignored it long enough, would it go away? I press my eyes even closer.

"Unit Seven-One-One! Wake up!" Something hard hit my head and I open my eyes. My vision swam, but cleared up almost insantly, but the skeletal machine looking down and shouting at me shocked me into silence.

Perhaps 'opening' wasn't the right word for it. There were no eyelids for me to open. I just sat there in utter stunned silence while the thing in front of me shouted about 'dereliction of duty' and 'maintenance'.

"Jeez Seven-One-One, you're out of it today, aren't you?" It said, putting metal hands on it's metal hips before shaking it's tall head. It pointed towards a large cart covered in trays of unappetizing slop. "Well, no slacking off! We still need to take care of the prisoners on C-Level! Grab that food cart and start handing them out to the prisoners in the cells. I'll be back in half an hour to check up on you, Seven-One-One!"

I stare a the robot for a moment before nodding slowly. The machine was apparently satisfied with it and walked out of a door I didn't notice before. Slowly, I put my hands on the floor...my metal hands.

Raising my hands to my face, I tried to feel them. There was no feeling. They were metal. I raised them to my face and tried to touch it. Nothing. Inwardly, I began to panic.

Intellectually, I knew I had a body. But the loss of feeling in my body was rapidly beginning to scare the living hell out of me. A low whine of fear filled my ears. My nonexistent ears. I realized then, that the noise came from me, from my nonexistent mouth.

My entire frame shivered as I peered into a reflective surface and saw what I had become.

I was 'Seven-One-One', a B1 Battledroid.

Swaying slightly I nearly collapsed before grabbing hold of a wall nearby and hailing myself up. The keen whine I was making cut off as I tried to pull myself together, almost shutting down in the face of losing so many senses I had once taken for granted.

I couldn't stand it. I shut myself off.