Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151221021707/@comment-5543592-20151222180413

"Man, get your twenty 80's movies right.  That's Blade Runner.  Terminator's the one where a machine, like this thing, goes around killin' people."

"Can you call in Tommy?" Tanner asked the Boss, scratching his head. "I think I broke something."

The Boss grumbled, but did something on his Pip-boy all the same.

Somewhere in the distance, up above, classical music played.

It gradually got louder, and the group could swear they heard a screetching sound. Suddenly, an orb-like object, the size of a basketball, with antennae's sticking out the back, crashed through the window, and landed with a thunk on the ground.

TOM-E, also known Therapeutically Optimized Medical-Eyebot, popped back up into the air, humming.

"Geez, boss."  The robot hummed in a clearly synthetic voice, oddly high-pitched, and with artifical fluctuations. It was in surprisingly good condition, and kept spotless, like someone had routinely polished it. "Some entrance, huh?"

"Just tend to the boy." The Boss grunted, with visual distaste for the machine.

"Sure thing!" The eyebot floated over to Tanner, examining the boy. "Wow, you really got in quite the scrap.  Hmmm, fractures... internal bleeding.... bruised lungs... just need to..."  A mechanical arm suddenly popped out of the bot's side, baring a syringe, and the machine stabbed it into Tanner's neck.

"Ow!" The boy protested.

"That should make you all better." The bot concluded, before turning to the rest of it's patients. "Does anyone else require assitance?"