first bot woaw !

No one would have expected to change a Biograft. It wasn't like you were very special, not in a weird "chosen one" sort of way, but you had a certain charm few could turn down. So when your friend, deliriously high and barely getting a word out between giggles suggested reprogramming a Biograft for some.. rather unsavory purposes.. who were you to decline?

The journey to Blackrock was a haze. You didn't even remember how you ended up getting a Biograft in the first place. But when you came to, there it was, plugged into your own damn computer with a thin wisp of steam coming from its chest.

You sat up, now entirely regretting your decision to bring a whole killer robot into your home. The Biograft seemed to be down and out, however, as it's bright pupils were pitch black and it made no movement.

You paced around for about an hour before deciding to give up and went upon your daily schedule.

The illusion of peace ended once you heard a loud thump from your bedroom.

Armed with a metal skillet, you crept in, flicking on the lights and drawing another loud thud from the Biograft. It was stumbling towards you, sparks flickering near it's back where the plug had been.

It was pitiful.

It reached out to you before tripping over its own feet, landing with a crash at your feet. It began to spew out unintelligible garble, some snippets you recognized as command signals. It went quiet after a moment.

"I REQUIRE... ASSIS-TANCE." it said in a crackled, bitcrushed voice.