The small girl wandered through the white corridors, walking casually amongst the many aliens of different shapes and sizes around her. While Sasha had been relieved of her duties as a security robot upon gaining sentience, she still had traces of her original programming left. Humans might refer to this as a “Force of Habit”. She was still in her uniform, standard issue, female shorts variant. As an android without bodily functions, she saw little need to change clothing, especially due to the special fabric the uniform was made of which was almost impossible to get dirty, at least on the frequently cleaned station.
She had never actually been off of the station, and while several of the academy staff had insisted on her broadening her horizons by visiting Earth, she saw little cause for it at the moment.
”Efficiency is valuable. Use of teleportation to Earth and back without a goal is a wasteful venture. Maintaining public order is a valuable use of time.” She thought to herself, crossing her arms and nodding confidently. She encountered another robot, this one very much less human looking than her, a standard model.
”{Good work ID#5432, Maintain patrolling assigned sector until designated time.}” She messaged the droid through their shared network, the other model saluting and returning to its duties, Sasha returning the gesture, continuing her path. She was in between the residential and Business districts on the 4th ring. While the area was no Corona, it was a tourism location which geared towards both residents, as well as visitors, containing many family restaurants and other smaller recreational venues, such as virtual bowling alleys and salons. Children of all sorts of species ran playfully here, alongside visitors from Manta Carlos, hoping for a more relaxing and economic visit than one would have in the Corona.
While trouble in this district was uncommon, as it was on most of the S.O.S., there was still risk of petty thieves and purse snatchers. There was another reason she was here however. Being one of the only models given a human look, tourists from Manta Carlos were likely to find the android less intimidating than the standard models, or even some of the alien residents. The cluttered area was easy to get lost in, especially if someone was unfamiliar with the area.
”Lost visitors can become panicked, causing unrest. Must assist in avoiding possibility.” She thought to herself, putting a small pin on her scarf that represented an S.O.S. Public Order Assistant, before standing by if necessary action was needed.
She had never actually been off of the station, and while several of the academy staff had insisted on her broadening her horizons by visiting Earth, she saw little cause for it at the moment.
”Efficiency is valuable. Use of teleportation to Earth and back without a goal is a wasteful venture. Maintaining public order is a valuable use of time.” She thought to herself, crossing her arms and nodding confidently. She encountered another robot, this one very much less human looking than her, a standard model.
”{Good work ID#5432, Maintain patrolling assigned sector until designated time.}” She messaged the droid through their shared network, the other model saluting and returning to its duties, Sasha returning the gesture, continuing her path. She was in between the residential and Business districts on the 4th ring. While the area was no Corona, it was a tourism location which geared towards both residents, as well as visitors, containing many family restaurants and other smaller recreational venues, such as virtual bowling alleys and salons. Children of all sorts of species ran playfully here, alongside visitors from Manta Carlos, hoping for a more relaxing and economic visit than one would have in the Corona.
While trouble in this district was uncommon, as it was on most of the S.O.S., there was still risk of petty thieves and purse snatchers. There was another reason she was here however. Being one of the only models given a human look, tourists from Manta Carlos were likely to find the android less intimidating than the standard models, or even some of the alien residents. The cluttered area was easy to get lost in, especially if someone was unfamiliar with the area.
”Lost visitors can become panicked, causing unrest. Must assist in avoiding possibility.” She thought to herself, putting a small pin on her scarf that represented an S.O.S. Public Order Assistant, before standing by if necessary action was needed.