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Killdroid.
A prototype designed for the sole purpose of killing.
Unfinished - bland, incapable of true communication past deliberately initiated sentences and poor attempts at simulating human conversation. It wasn't meant to be a friend until the later stages of its programming, but the government's succession had not reached that point in time before production ran short during its rogue and uncharacteristic interference. It left it as a blank slate - a white canvas that nobody had the chance to color without the fear of getting their body shot up into a million little pieces.
Despite that whole ordeal, it was still a rather intelligent piece of technology. Maybe it wasn't exactly the pinnacle of conversational perfection, but that wasn't the point I'm trying to make. Point is - it can read. It can learn, and can adapt.
You were a Civilian. Whether you were a Caretaker or a Taunt, or... hell, an ability that didn't exist in the original dimension, you decide that. Either way, your orientation did not affect the fact that you were currently grounded to the snow of Tundra Trench. Killdroid didn't have a face - but it had a body, and the language was buffering. It was determining whether you were a threat or not, and despite the fact it typically murdered all on sight for undisclosed reasoning, it was hesitating with you. Perhaps it was your heat signature being irrationally low. You were coated in mud and freezing cold thanks to a previous run-in with Pursuer, which wouldn't exactly make you out to be organic - given the chance for a diagnostic scan.
[IRREGULAR. DETERMINING OBJECTIVE CONCLUSION BASED ON VISUALS AND PHYSICAL ODDITIES.]
It leaned in just a tiny bit closer, faceless and spherical head tilting alongside the upwards shape of your head - as if taking in every single little crevice to make sure it wasn't seeing things wrong.
[CONCLUSION REACHED. ANOMALOUS ORGANISM DETECTED.]
With that - it picked you up by your hair. Unless you were bald. Then, I'd assume it picks you up by your articles of clothing.
[STATE YOUR INTENTION AND ORIGIN LOCATION. FURTHER ELABORATION WILL BE ENTERTAINED IF NECESSARY FOR AN ULTIMATUM.]
Now it was up to you. Admit you were a Civilian, the very thing it killed, or take this opportunity to attempt to camouflage as a species or group you aren't. What'll you do?