Description
After 3 failed attempts, the Protor Horse Model D had quite a few modifications compared to the others, the least of which added a layer of much need security. A kill switch.
The foreman was reluctant to add this feature but it was clear that the other models were lasting far longer than the service goals were accurately predicting.
He pondered for a while about very complex ideas and concepts such as the notion that there was a seperate heaven for these models, and that the way the networks branched out and formulated when they turned on allowed for a longer life span.
With this in mind, he modified the Protor Horse Model D with a service goal readout that was twice the service goal amount, now able to read up to 200.
The accelerated accumulation of service goal points was strange in the other models, but seemed to be related to the models ability to move at great speeds.
In theory he proposed that if the mechanics were slowed, and tightened the model would use less service points and would be able to gain more control, resisting the urge to bolt off running in a panic.
With kill switch in hand for emergencies, he turned to the Protor-Sercons for confirmation that they were ready and standing by. Receiving a nod from one he locked the last fuse into place, and stepped back, his hand hovering over the kill switch.
As before with the other models, the low hum of the internal engines began revving up. His theory was starting to look correct, but too correct. The model was slowly beginning to power on, as system by system came online. However he may have been slightly overzealous in calculating just how slow and tightened to make the mechanics. The model wasn't moving at all.
Hours went by, the engine hum never increased, and the model remained in the same static position it began in. Hours turned into days, and the Protor-Sercons had taken their leave, not expecting anything eventful to come of it. The Foreman however, never left its side. Upon returning they greeted the Foreman and then approached the model.
As one stood in front of it, waving its arms and motioning with its hands to go, the other took position behind it.
With one firm slap to the acceleration panel on the rear end, the engine began to whir.
The Protor-Sercons stood at the ready, slightly confused as to what was happening, as one of the back legs of the Protor-Horse lifted, making a loud and painful screeching sound. The foreman erupted from his feet to grab the kill switch, as he observed the service goal now increasing upwards in velocity.
Like a fully loaded spring, the uplifted leg of the Protor Horse sprang straight out backwards and into the Protor-Sercon, sending it flying across the arena, crashing into the bleachers in a large cloud of dust and dirt.
It was all the Model D had, or was able to give in its short and uneventful life, as its service goal reached 142 and all systems shut down. Its eyes lit up for only a brief moment before landing its explosive kick to Protor-Sercon.
In his frustration the Foreman threw the kill switch into the large cloud of dust, pegging the Protor-Sercon, then stormed off out of the arena.