With a wicked grin on his face Rob says, "Team leader, Gene is refusing to take his prescribed mood stabalizers right away, please make a note of it in the mission logs. Gene failing to take medication is treason and as such I must fine you 100 credits and insist that you take the medication right now."

Gene says, "I never refused anything.  Did you know that trying to cause dissension among the ranks of troubleshooting clones could be treasonous?  Perhaps your overzealousness in making accusations is a result of your contact with nonhygenic robots before you rejoined our group.  But fine, I'll take the mood stabilizers.  Where are they?"

He holds out one hand for the stabilizers while trying out his finger on the computer Mark is operating on the other, if needed.

When that is done, he says to Fletch, "Time for your PHT (Personal Hygiene Test) anyway.  Since you came back from dealing with those robots, we need to make sure you can pass your PHT."  Gene pulls out his PHTCMK (Personal Hygiene Test and Cleanliness Maintenance Kit) to start the test after taking the mood stabilizer and putting his finger on the computer.

Rob smiles and says "Failure to be prompt causes failed missions as I am certain we all know. Now please do try to be more prompt in the future. Now here take your medication. " With that he hands you a mood stabalizer. After doing so Rob holds out his hand waiting for your credits. You still have a fine to pay.

Looking over to Fletch he says, " Oh of course Fletch had much more contact with the robots than I did. I hope you will be extra thorough in your inspection Gene."

Gene hands over the credits and says, "Oh, don't worry.  You're inspection comes right after Fletch."

Vilfred hands Fletch the briefcase, saying "10 million combinations," under her breath, before going to the computer. She eases in front of Gene, pressing down on his thumb to obscure his print before checking the box that says Override. (Software 05, Operating Systems 01)

No one's fingers appear to work.  Each time a finger is placed over the symbol on the screen, an annoying sound of rejection emits from the computer.

Then Vilfred touches the "override" button.  A new screen appears:

OVERRIDE SELECTED
PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD: _________

20 Seconds Until Self Destruct.  Please stand clear, as explosion has a 15 yard radius.

For reminder hint, press here:  <PRESS>


The countdown then begins.  19...18...17...

Simultaneously, the door to the hallway closes and locks.  A red flashing alarm goes off over the door.  A robotic voice says over the intercom, "Possible intrusion in Lab 5.  Sending security robots to investigate in 30 seconds if alarm is not reset."

The pleasant female voice then says over the intercom, "Approved, Security Chief.  Proceed."

16...

Multi-corder shouldered and powered on, Cop frames the shot and engages the steady-cam feature to minimize frame vibration. He is certain to check through the eye-piece that the monitor is in clear focus and also double-checks the sound levels so as not to miss a heartbeat of audio. " Approved? ...okay... then uh, Team Leader, why is it still counting down?" he asks, taking a safe step back before glancing behind him to see if he has at least a 20 yard clearance to safely capture the imminent explosion without damaging his equipment. " Perhaps we should proceed sixteen yards further and continue our discussion there." he suggests with an encouraging smile and an added vigorous head nod of agreement with his own great idea. It was fun dying in service to The Computer, but it is way more fun living in servitude.

Vilfred throws all her computer science mojo at the terminal in an attempt to find the correct password. She does so for 20 seconds, and if she's able, she continues to do so after that. As part of that attempt, she presses the password-reminder icon.

Hardware 07
Software 05
Bot Programming 09
Data Analysis 09
Operating Systems 01

''Hey there, wait a moment! Since when are robots entitled to conduct PHT's? Oh wait, full cover, no robot, I remember.'' Fletch would wink at Gene, but he is too busy sniffing inconspicuously at his armpits. PHT's are not to be taken lightly, and only commie terrorists stink of sweat. Of course running around in this hell of a biosphere does not help matters either.
Then Fletch has an idea though. Wearing an expression of ultimate cunning he replies to Gene ''Just a moment. However, as you are surely aware, I am this team's Equipment Officer, and duty bound to conduct thourough Random Surprise Inspections. And I have to add, after an extended and refreshing PHT I am so energized that I am prone to do very extensive and thourough RSI's. I call it the principle of mutual ..., uh, construction. If you take my meaning.''

Somewhere around then he notices that his collegues have become somewhat agitated and are hustling around. Fletch has actually blanked out the machine voice transmitted over the speakers, since it is so unnerving and, well, apparently mad.

Shrugging with his shoulders he bends over the suitcase he has got from Vilfred, muttering ''It's a hundred million possible combinations actually. Robots ought to be able to do better calculations. Commie terrorists might have gotten at its software...''
He then fiddles with the two number combination locks to see whether he can open the thing.

Mark squeaks in nervousness. "Uh, Copper, by 'approved,' I think she meant that she was approving of sending a security robot down here to take care of us if the alarm doesn't go off.  That of course assumes we don't die in the explosion.  I think the room is smaller than 15 yards across, and we're now locked in.  Vilfred, I'm pretty good with computers, but maybe not the best. I'll help!"

He will go in and try to assist Vilfred, and will definitely make sure the password reminder button gets pushed, trying to hold back his nervous squeaking.

"I bet you a credit we don't--  Oh, forget it."

Software = 8

Copper pops down the tri-pod for his multicorder and again, double checks that it is well focused on the monitor and double checking sound levels to insure every number is being recorded clearly on the count-down. He cracks the knuckles on both hands, his eyes scanning everywhere for a ventilation grating. Even if the team were blasted all over the room, he hoped to at least spare the multicorder and getting it all on video. " Anyone see a vent for the air conditioning system?" he asks, taking a step away from the tri-pod for a better view of the walls beyond his framed shot.

Fletch punches in some numbers that don't seem to work.

Mark and Vilfred jump in and punch numbers.  They can't make the timer stop, but somehow they miraculously (roll made) get it to reset to 30 seconds.  Then they realize it wasn't so miraculous.  It reset when the pushed the password reminder.

Upon pushing the spot for password reminder, the following appears on the screen:


1
11
21
1211
111221
_ _ _ _ _ _


The cursor appears for you to type in the password number.

The countdown continues...

29...28...27...26...

Vilfred thinks, screwing up her face, then enters: 312211.

Vilfred enters the number, and the alarms immediately go off, and the countdown ends.

OVERRIDE ACCEPTED

pops up on the screen, and the pleasant woman voice says over the intercom: "Please cancel security breach alarms and return to your stations.  Thank you."

The screen pops up with the following:

WELCOME TO LAB INTERFACE FOR LAB 5
YELLOW ACCESS OR ABOVE ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT.
DO YOU HAVE YELLOW LEVEL CLEARANCE?

[YES/NO]

"Oh good. We aren't going to be blown into tiny pieces and then shot to death by security robots. This is great. Kinda like that time in What's my console done now when Har-V finally figured out how to get his system from spitting disks at him all the time."

Rob looked really happy. This turn of events meant everyone would survive to see another day.

Copper laughs out loud, relieved that he and his camera would live to record another day-cycle. He literally skips over to his multicorder, confirming that it had indeed captured every moment (and keystroke) for later editing and use. Removing the recorder from the tripod, he zooms in on the mission leader awaiting her next command (and keystroke).
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Mark furls his brow and says, "How did you know the right numbers?  Are you in collusion with the enemy?  Because that would be treason, you know."  He waits patiently for an answer, not making any accusations just yet.

Fletch makes a disapproving tsk sound and tries some other number variations , but his pessimistic mien shows that he does not expect any of those to work either.

At least all that ruckus around him has stopped. Ah, yes, it had been some kind of alarm.

OOC: Vilfred already got the correct numbers, Fletch.  Now, you just have to hit "yes" or "no" on the screen to confirm if you have yellow clearance or above.

Fletch tries all those numbers on the briefcase, but they do not seem to work.

Vilfred sighs in relief as the klaxons stop. She glares briefly at Mark. "It's a number puzzle," she says.

She pauses, to think a moment. "I am lying to Eve, not the Computer," she says, quietly, before hitting Yes, asserting Yellow clearance.

When she hits "YES," another message pops up:

PROJECT IN PROCESS
Project Merger
Lab 5
Specimen No. 58483901

RESUME EXPERIMENT?

[YES/NO]

Finished with his moot attempts to open the suitcase Fletch strolls over to the monitor everyone else is gathering at. Reading what's written there he says ''Oh, lab 5, that's us. Who is specimen No. 58483901?''

He gazes at the operation table, but it is still kind of empty.

''We could put one of the robots on it, just to see what happens. Not not-robots of course,'' he winks conspiciously at Gene.

Gene says, "Well, yes, we non-robots don't want to be experimented on."  Then he turns to Vilfred: "What about you, team leader?  Do you want to push the YES button and see what happens?  Perhaps you want to ask Fletch to volunteer to sit on the table?  It would be a great service to The Computer to see what this experiment does, don't you think?"

''No, no, I am not a robot either,'' Fletch hurriedly declines. And then realizes he has another set of 8 numbers to try on the suitcase lock.
''Waitaminute...''
He sets the suitcase number locks to 5848 and 3901.