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15 days, it had been 15 long days since the Administrator had died. This wasn’t the first time this had happened of course. Living beings only live so long. And wth an organization as old as the Administration, they’ve goon through quite a lot of Administrators. Not that anyone outside of a select few members knew about that, as far as the majority of the Administration was concerned, the Administrator has been the same person this whole time. “Any suitable replacements yet?”
“Not yet-“ The higher up agents stopped mid conversation, noticing a beeping signal on the map.
“Looks like the system has detected a possible replacement. Im heading towards the coordinates.”
The buggy drove over the dusty terrain of the dessert until a large mech came into view. After putting the buggy in park, the two agents stepped out of the vehicle and slowly walked towards the mech.
“Look, do you think this little thing is what the scanners detected?” He asked as he pried the mech’s large hands apart to revel a tiny little droid with a white body, flexible silver arms with yellow claws for hands, tiny black legs, soft silver hair in a ponytail, and a slightly damaged screen.
The other agent chuckled. “That puny thing? Don't be ridiculous! It’s merely scrap metal.” He picked the droid up by the arm and carelessly swung her around while laughing until the mech opened up and a humanoid figure with piercing lime green eyes that furiously glared at the agent who was playing with the precious little droid like a toy.
The figure leaps out of the mech, quickly unsheathing her katana and slashing into his arm and snatching the small droid as the agent clutched his injured arm, trying to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. “What the cursed realm is wrong with you?!” She flipped back, landing on her feet, pointing her katana at the agents with one hand while cradling the small droid in her arm like a baby with the other. “How would you like it if I shook your daughter around like a doll?!”
The two agents were both flabbergasted as they made out the details of their attacker. A femme nindroid with the same hair as her self proclaimed daughter, dressed in a more modern style of samurai armor, with skin as white as snow covered in purple circuit board patterns. “Woah, she’s kinda hot.” He said while still clutching his bleeding arm. “Especially for a robot.”
“E-excuse me?!” She stammered, caught off guard, being subsequently tased by the other agent who took advantage of her being distracted to electrocute her into unconscious.
“Great job distracting the equipment.”
“Distraction? Oh! Yeah, I totally did that on purpose” He stuttered nervously.
The two agents look at the unconscious nindroid for a few moments before breaking the silence.
“Looks like we found our replacement.”
“That thing?! The next Administrator?! You really want to put a piece of equipment in charge of the place?!” The agent held out his arm. “Did you see what it did to my fucking arm?!”
“Yes! You have been heavily emphasizing your arm for the past few minutes!” He let out an exasperated sigh.
“Then why would you want to make something so damn dangerous at the top of the Administration’s hierarchy?!” He kicked the mechanical samurai in the head. “This devil droid and it’s so called daughter should be sent straight to the incinerator if you ask me!”
“Because think about it! The only people who ever see or directly speak to the Administrator are us and the rest of the higher ups. That’s only a handful of people.”
“So? Equipment like those two are at the very bottom of the hierarchy! No nindroid, android, droid, or any other subspecies of robot will *never* outrank a living being made of flesh and blood!”
“And those clankers that we have can't get old and die! If we reeducate that feral samurai over there then we will never have to go through the effort of looking for a new Administrator whenever the last one croaks!”
He stops to think about his coworker’s idea. If they reeducate the droid, they could influence they way it thinks, thus allowing for them to have someone who served the purpose of an Administrator while simultaneously turning a blind eye to their escapades. “Sounds like a plan, but what do we do about the kid?” He asked, picking up the tiny droid as his coworker drags its mother into the back of the buggy.
“Take it with us, once we finish reeducating our new Administrator we can let her decide it’s fate.” He carefully removed the samurai’s wedding ring, examining it. “Looks like our new Administrator has a spouse out there.”
“It’s fine, just put the ring into contraband storage and make sure to make her believe that she’s single when reeducation time rolls around.”
“Sounds good, for this to work we can’t have her know that she has loved ones out there looking for her.”