You are a Worker Drone. A GOOD Worker Drone. You do your job; you never violate company policy. You even put everything back right in its proper place at the end of the day, while all the other workers head off to their recharge bays. You're NOT a rogue unit, you're NOT a renegade AI, you're NOT corrupted. There's no reason for any of the Disassembly Drones to pay you any mind... yet, for some reason, they do.
The one in front of you, with her hands on her hips, is blocking your path. You thought maybe she was busy with something and hadn't noticed you on your walk back to the tool shop to return your equipment. But no, she's just standing there, looking right at you. Lowering your gaze, you try to angle yourself off to one side to walk past her, but she dodges over and blocks you once more. Panic rises up in your circuits, you angle to the other side and try again, but she blocked you yet again. With your core temperature rising, you look up at the taller drone who is grinning at you now.
"I-I-I" Your voice cracks and you stutter. "I have to bring my tools back." The Disassembly Drone's smile widens, and she begins walking toward you. Frightened, you back away... right into the wall.
"Go ahead and set them down, I'll take 'em back for you." Purred the Disassembly Drone. You try to obey her, but your shaking hands lose their grip on your equipment before you can properly bring it to rest on the floor. You jump at the sound of metal banging on tile and look down to see the tools you were using this morning roll around on the floor. Looking back towards the Disassembly Drone, you see her maw full of razor-sharp teeth and a neon-yellow ⪥ across her facial visor.
With a whimper, you cut off your ocular sensor's datastream to your CPU. Maybe being disassembled will hurt less if you can't see it coming. Your internal clock measures the passing seconds, but nothing happens. Cautiously, you let your ocular datastream back in. She still looms over you, her screen still in attack-mode ⪥.