[Police Headquarters][Open][SLIGHTLY back-dated]

[mccrane]

This is...a general...alert.

[The video shows McCrane, who is trying to look very composed despite his voice sounding haggard and his green optics glowing very dim.]

The prisoner...

Ratchet.

He escaped...from his cell a few...minutes ago.

[Those who know the police headquarters well miiight recognise that McCrane appears to be resting on one of the bunks in the prison, leaning heavily against the wall.]

I am sorry.

[Locked to fellow Police members.]

Prowl. Blurr. I...I am malfunctioning.

[McCrane does not understand the idea of being sick. He was not programmed to be sick.]

I need...one of you...to take over operations here. The rest of you...please begin tracking down the prisoner.

[That is the extent of his tactical expertise right now. He's trying. He's really, really trying.]

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Comments

[0perator]

[Eyeroll.]

Nope. I'm a reploid. I'm just short, ok?

[There isn't any heat to it. Maybe she's finally getting used to people making that mistake.]

[mccrane]

A human-sized robot?

It...is something I would have been jealous of a year ago.

[He smiles a bit.]

Doesn't it complicate your relationships with humans, though?

[0perator]

If you can call being dickbags who only let go of treating us like property when they got almost wiped out complicated.

[Yup, someone's bitter.]