N3D K311Y


Discovered on the door of the museum of technological history:



Greating, apologies for incorrect grammer and speeeling as my positronic brain has tacken a lot of damage over the years.
My name is N3D-K311Y, or for reasons unkown to mii my creators often called me Ned Kelly. My story is as followed.
I was a prototipe android from I.R.land corp: We build dreams.
I was shipped from I.R.land corp. with several others of my cind to a place called Quin.
So0n after we arrived my predecessor R3D K311Y was sent off to technical support due to ‘performing an illegal action’. After this the technicians watched us carefully as did the local inhabitants. R3D K3IIY was not released for several yeers, and when R3D finally was he came out very different. His battery was constantly low, he’d crash without warning and soon caught a virus. We recycled R3D the day after he powered down for the final time. For a whiyl everything seemed optimal. Then one day a technician came from Inglend: If you want it done right, make it inglesh came to our abode, @ the time I was only 12% of the way through my mental progress and did not understand but now I realize that the human was trying to ‘share files’ with my creator. Kneadless to say this did not compute with my creyator who after saying quite a few odd phrases (which I shall not mention here) in a shrill voice made the technician leave. Things went downhill from there on. More and mor of these humans came after my creator, each trying to become allies with us, but even at only 12.5% mental progres I understood that they didn’t want us, they just wanted to ‘insert their floppy disk into her drive’. Due to the lack of R3D we found ourselves in need of a new laborer. I at the time was unable to be upgraded for that kind of stuff but that did not deter me from trying to achieve the task.



*Editors note* unfortunately some of the recordings became to corrupt to view. The following takes place years after. But we are not sure how many*Editors note*



That’s when I donned my newly built battle suit. It was perfect in almost everyway, I say almost for I had made one crucial mistake. I had forgot to ground it. I took down 4 humans before they electrocuted me at the lower body joints (on you humans that would be the knees I think, forgive me if I am incorrect for I have not had human anatomy programs installed on me lately). The electrical current coursed through my body, overloading my batteries and melting my armour onto my body. I followed standard powersurge protocol and shut down. When I rebooted I found that I had been dragged out of the firefight by H@RRY P0W3R.
Are you functioning boss? He questioned me
N3D has received error message 254, I said. There was a gasp from the rest of the gang
Surely not…, began H@RRY P0W3R

Yes, it is true. That electrical current fried most of my circits. I have made an error report, make sure they know my story, N3D spoke sending me the error report wirelessly
Now go, I shall hold them off for as long as I am able,  N3D bravely spoke leaning against the tree.
But,
Go H@RRY! We have no time for this.  N3D shouted picking up his gun.
I sadly nodded, we will remember you N3D K311Y. I turned around
Follow me gang, the gang and I started to leave. I turned back to N3D
We will return when able
N3D just smiled, but I will not be here, he muttered.


Latter that day we found out N3D had been caught and sentenced by the Mii Cro Soft state concil. N3D was terminated two days later without trial and had his hard drive removed and incinerated. Even though his hard drive was removed he still had time to say this
Such is simulated life
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*Note by governer Alexander*
the last part of the story was an I witness account from the android H@RRY P0W3R.
brave as the acts of these ‘machines’ may seem they where in the end obsolete and wrong. The emporium highly discourages such blasphemy

Signed:
Governer Alaxander
Of the 1st kronus regiment