You were sent out to the meadows of the forest in the report of a robot who had not been completing their assigned work.

This was an odd case for you. Very rarely would robots refuse to do their assigned work. It was ingrained into their very being, and most robots felt worthless and useless if they weren't allowed to fulfill their purpose. But this....Cutler. He was different. And different, in this case, was not good at all. The paper mill wouldn't be able to complete its task if Cutler weren't willing to provide it with wood, and if the paper mill couldn't do its job, then other facilities would suffer. It was a whole shitty domino effect.

With some walking through the rather soothing meadow, you find the lumberjack robot sitting on top of a pile of lumber. The pile was stacked high. Ridiculously high. It didn't seem like he had any intentions of doing his job of delivering that lumber to the paper mill. Upon seeing you, the robot's icy blue eyes stared at you with a mix of fear and hate.

"Oh, so they are now sending flesh bags to correct me? How funny."

He abruptly stood up, the stack not moving an inch. He must have stacked it tightly. God, what wonderful skills going to utter waste.

"I advise you to just turn around and go back where you came from. You're wasting your time here....."