Azura stared into the cages. It reeked of chemicals. He knew he was a robot, he knew he shouldn't be able to smell, yet the programming for it was there. Although he was a robot he could dream, see, smell, and even think. He tried to ground himself by grabbing onto the bars of the cage he stood in front of
Tracer hummed quietly, tapping their fingers on the bars in front of them. They glanced at the book they had grabbed from the lab a few days ago and had been deciphering it ever since. They were startled out of their thoughts by two metal hands grabbing the bars of their cage.
Azura though about his functions. He could barely believe these functions even as a robot. He could carry an conversations in any language and even use several variations of sign language. He could carry those who couldn't walk... Like him. The man in his memories was older than anything he'd known, and yet he looked around thirty. His memory processor and thought processor whirred uncomfortably as a small audio glitch sounded out a sound akin to a small scream
Zumae sighed, shaking their head before hopping back to the book and grabbing it. They glanced warily at the thing, which had made a weird scream, but tried to ignore it.
"Hey, hey, hey wait!!" Zumae cried, their voice high-pitched and feminine. "Where are you going? What are you?" They hissed a little, and tilted their head to the side, darting to the cage bars.
Azura turned around. "I'm a robot. I was going to the robot wars, because this is the bio chemical ward." Azura said "it also stinks in here..." He mumbled under his breath.
"it's the ward for the biochemical experiments. All the chemicals here smell really bad. It overloads my scent processing unit." Azura said as he started running a diagnostic test on his five sense processors
"you are part of the bio-chem ward." Azura said. He then took off his nose reciprocal and started to adjust it as it was starting to mess with his pain sensors.
