Status log number 0003 – submitted by BROTHER

(aka Monk Unit H4L-M4R-V1N):

Log entry 01:

The current state of affairs is dreadful.  Well, not so much for me.  It is dreadful for my fellow Metallix, though.  Father (Bishop Unit R4-Z0R83-4RD) is especially aggravated.  Normally, I wouldn’t care, being so perpetually bored and depressed, but Father doesn’t normally act so irrationally, so it is a treat to see him overreact.  Our master, Lord Adrian, has decided to consummate his partnership with the being known as Frost the Rabbit by joining her in holy matrimony.  I can’t say I very much like weddings.  Based on what I have seen of this organic ceremony, there’s always someone leaking juices from their optical receptors.  There’s a lot of sitting around, too.  It sounds boring.  There are a few good parts to a wedding, though.  At the end, the female throws a collection of botanical specimens and there is a mad rush to catch it.  I think the organics believe it an omen of a future union of the recipient of the plants, and a member of the sex opposite the recipient.  But I digress.  The Metallix find this dreadful because, all in all, they hate organics.  Many are worried Lord Adrian will let his organic half do things that do not hold the interests of the Brotherhood.  I don’t know why they are worried.  He’s still as ruthless as ever.  I will end this entry, now.  I have been meaning to provide Sister with a new data archive.

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Log entry 02:

Father wanted me to speak to Lord Adrian.  I argued with him about the matter a bit, but, like the passive pile of wiring and circuits I am, I gave in.  I really do need to acquire some more “confidence”, as the organics would put it.  At any rate, I presented Lord Adrian with a number of queries related to Frost.  To my surprise, he didn’t rip off my head.  Normally, when I flood him with questions, he grows impatient to the point of becoming violent, which then leads to dismemberment on my part.  Inconvenient, yes, but I suppose it could be worse.  He might just decide to have me programmed to feel pain.  As if I didn’t have enough to deal with as it is.  At any rate, Lord Adrian answered my questions quite clearly.  The more answers he provided, the more intrigued I became.  This Frost person he intended to commit to was not the on/off switch that most of my fellow Metallix were.  She was a dynamic figure, imposing, crafty, sly, and devious.  I must admit, I would have felt almost honoured to have her as a leader in Lord Adrian’s stead.  Thus, I felt inclined to stop speaking, and reported back to Father with a failed attempt to dissuade him from his thoughts of marriage.  Father will no doubt get someone else to talk to Lord Adrian, though.  I must stop this entry here, as I am expected to help with an organic converting mission.

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Log entry 03:

I had a chat with Sister the other day.  I dare say her processing power is almost as great as mine.  I proposed that we have a race to see who could solve Deacon’s (Administrator Unit T1K-T3K-T0K) latest data problem first.  I’m still in the process of finding out if I won or not, as the computer we used to gauge our respective progress broke at the very end of the race.  I really wonder why I bothered, though.  That problem was easy.  Just like most other things.  I’m not like other Metallix.  I was programmed with a much higher intelligence than that of higher level Metallix like Father.  Thus, I can’t seem to find anything that will challenge me.  However, there was something interesting about this contest.  My mind was not running at optimal levels.  I was distracted by something...or someone.  A number of the Metallix in the higher ranks are given a certain level of autonomy and free will, though I suspect we are given more than that.  Perhaps what distracted me was...the emotion the organics call “love”?  Even if that were the case, would Sister be capable of reciprocating such emotions?  I must study this “love” more thoroughly.  I must stop this entry here, as I have a Ministerial meeting to attend.  I can only imagine how boring those antiquated automatons will be, blabbering on about things they can scarcely control.

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Log entry 04:

Father wanted me to keep Mother (Nun Unit 9H3-4F3) away from the wedding, so she wouldn’t get in the way of the Ministry’s plan.  Of course I’d be the one to do it.  How fortunate for me.  I wasn’t about to go along with Father’s plan, though.  He was going about the problem the wrong way.  Thus, I collaborated with Mother to ensure that no one would get hurt.  Well, hopefully no one.  I assume Lord Adrian will be very angry once he discovers what has transpired.  I must end this entry here, as I have much to do to prevent a disaster from happening.

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Log entry 05:

Mother told Lord Adrian everything.  She told him the plan, the motive, the players...everything.  I never really thought of Father much before this event.  Perhaps a part of me feels compelled to honour his legacy as head of the Metallogy sect.  Or perhaps I feel his termination to be a detriment to my every day duties, as I will be the one cleaning up his mess.  It’s probably the latter.  At any rate, Sacristan (a new unit for the Ministry of Metallogy whose production number escapes me) and his assistant tried calming down Lord Adrian.  Needless to say, their efforts were in vain.  Lord Adrian was in that state of adrenaline-powered fury where no one could keep him calm.  I’d feel sorry for them if I didn’t think they deserved to have their limbs ripped off for not knowing any better.  Mother motioned that we organize a search party.  Lord Adrian was three steps ahead of her.  He had the new Champion Units deployed and ready to go within the next 20 minutes.  I sincerely doubt the Ministerial guard is going to hold up to this force.   I will stop this entry here, as I require a recharge and a trip to Deacon’s quarters to sort this problem out.

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Log entry 06:

Father has not yet returned.  Lord Adrian has said that he did not destroy him, but he has exiled him.  I have been routinely busy lately as a result, having to perform both his duties and my own.  If only I could bring myself to object.  Well, it isn’t as though I can’t do both sets of duties.  However, I find myself bored beyond belief.  A brief respite came in the form of Sister, who has recently been assigned to help me.  I suppose this might be an opportune time to absolve myself of my lingering feelings and profess my “love” to her.  Or it might not be, and I just might abate my chances at having my “love” answered.  I suppose I’ll have to try sometime.  I must cease this entry, as I have yet to brief Sister on the allotted tasks for the day, in addition to talking with Lady Frost.

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Log entry 07:

It would appear as though Lady Frost missed Father, as my newly re-instated superior has been allowed to return at her request.  Apparently, Lady Frost was not treated badly during her kidnapping, outside of the occasional needle to sedate her powers.  In fact, she was treated quite well.  Father had even apologized for being so biased towards her.  That last part strikes me as being odd.  Why would any Metallix besides me apologize for being biased towards organics?  It is trivial at its heart, but strangely noteworthy.  Also, Father has changed much since his exile.  He engages in some rather aberrant behaviour.  He is much more loud and boisterous, and he displays emotion a fair bit more.  I had a look at his latest diagnostic reports, and it doesn’t look good.  His mind has suffered a lot of permanent damage from lack of energy and blows to the head.  In spite of this, he does not want to engage a reboot of his systems or transfer to a new body.  He insists he likes his current state.  Only time will tell if this will affect the Metallogy movement.  I must stop this entry here, as I have been meaning to ask Sister if she might partake of an organic ritual called a “date”.

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