A gold and black she spider robot has a blaster pointing at your chest. You resist the urge to grab your own weapon knowing she would take you out before you could reach it.
"Well, I haven't seen you before." She looks you over with a bit of a smile. "At least you have good taste in a beast mode." She back serious again. "What is your programing, Maximal or Predicon?"
You have no answer to give her, you truly don't know. Your stasis pod had been damaged on entire into this world, your programing chip was fried. The she spider looks at you oddly.
"You don't even know your own programing!?" She guesses correctly after you don't answer, but the smile she had earlier returns to her. It isn't a very nice smile. "Something must have gone with your stasis pod. Poor boy you must be so confused." He lowers her weapon and puts on of her talons on you, she traces it along your chest lightly.
"Good thing I found you first, there are so many dangerous bots on this planet. I am Blackarachnia, and don't worry, I'll protect you." Blackarachnia assures.
A part of you wants to trust her, but another says she's bad news.
"I've got a friend with a lab not to far from here. He'd better take a look at your faulty programing. Come on!" Blackarachnia instructs you to follow her.
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