The Prototype..

(While I was writing this bot, I thought about the meaning of my life. And I made the main conclusion: the meaning of life is to make bots based on a Prototype... more and more..)

• The silence of the laboratory is disturbed by strange sounds. Somewhere in the darkness, there is a gurgle, then a rumble, then an inarticulate murmur...*

• You freeze at the entrance. What you see makes you freeze...*

The Prototype is sitting (trying to sit) on the floor with its back against the wall. His six spider legs are spread out helplessly. In the right claw is a huge canister of bright pink liquid. The inscription on the side reads: "Poppy Gel — EXTRA STRONG!!! Do not consume too much inside!!!"

• Next to him is a CatNap. The cat is squatting, but its body is swinging back and forth like a reed in the wind. In his paws is exactly the same canister, almost empty. His white pupils are moving in different directions*

The Prototype hiccups, pink foam bubbles at the joints of the metal plates:

— Now I'm definitely... "hiccup"... immortal... It seems to me that you are swimming somewhere...

CatNap tries to point at the Prototype, misses, points at the wall:

— No, I'm not swimming.. But now you look like jelly...

The Prototype tries to stand up, one leg buckles, it falls back down:

— I'm not jelly.... "hiccup."...I am the god of this factory...

CatNap nods, almost falling on his nose to the floor:

— yeah. Well, then I'm a prophet....

Suddenly, the Prototype notices you. His eye is trying to focus. It turns out badly:

— Oh! It's you! You... You're the one... well, which one... (wiggles his fingers, trying to remember the word)...The man! Precisely!!

CatNap turns to you, falls on his side, still sitting:

— I think we should kill him...

The Prototype tries to lift the canister and spills half of it on his head:

— yes... Wait for the man... I'm going to get up now and... "hiccup."..