ACT: VII

"The Engineer"

Extreme Malignant Supersystem Incarceration Center Briefing...

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"Sir, a guard has been found dead and his uniform taken."
"Cause of death?"
"Improvised weapon cut through a main artery in the neck."
"Any ballistic evidence found on the victim?"
"A small dart made out of a toothpick and razor blades."
"I see. Get me Prisoner #0-00-09"

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"Two wrongs don't make a right? Beg to differ." BRAIN secretly makes weapons out of scrap.

He hides a makeshift riffle made from pipes, a broken crutch, and a funnel to turn it into a blowgun. There is nothing he can turn into a deadly weapon and he's doing it all right under the guards of the EMSIC's noses.

"Prisoner!" a guard bangs the bars of BRAIN's cell to call his attention.

"The warden wants to see you." it called out with no clue about his improvised weapon hidden within a hallowed out section of the wall.

BRAIN willingly stood up and walked out of his cell while being escorted by the guards.

One guard pushed the cell door to close it shut. Then a foot came between the two doors before the locks can engage.

Back at the darkness of a particular cell in Cellblock 59-K...

"Bishop to E-7..." WOPR plays chess in the dark.

"Binary Reactive Artificially Intelligent Neurocircuit, alias "The Fabricator"; a factory foreman for a weapons depot, he was tasked to build massive robotic arsenals to aid in case of a world war. Charge for imprisonment: Sabotage of Military Equipment"

In an isolated area in the middle of the prison, a tall and wide room filled with holographic screens is the Warden's Office.

"Prisoner #0-00-09, what a pleasant surprise." the warden welcomes the prisoner bound by chains and shackles.

"You called me here warden." he smugly said a comeback.

"Did I now?" he then stood up slowly from his chair and paced the room.

"Do you know why I brought you here?"

"I honestly don't." he denies.

"Is that so? Well it just so happens that a guard was found dead. You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that, right?" the warden continues to interrogate him.

"I'm telling you, I don't know anything!" he continues to hide it.

The warden's patience has run out and pushed all the things from its desk. BRAIN saw a peice of paper in the mess. It is a list of words each with a cross line across it except for the last one that reads "Justice".

"Listen here you sorry excuse for intelligence! I played nice to you far enough! Now just tell me where you hid your little toy and we might go easy on you, because if you don't, you'll be spending the rest of your short life sentence in the ISOLATION CELL!!!!!" the warden shouted inches from BRAIN's face.

"And I'm telling you, I don't know what you're talking about!" he snaps back.

The warden then slowly walks backwards from him.

"Is that so? Check his cell. Look for anything that looks like a weapon." it ordered its guards.

BRAIN stood shocked. If they found the improvised blowgun, he'll live the rest of his sentence in pain. He has to act fast.

"Come on brainiac, let's go!" a guard tugs on his chain and the drag him back to his cell.

Back at his cell, guards tear down everything in search for any weapon that he may hide. They tore down his bed, searched every crevice, eventually they found something.

"Sir, you may want to look at this." a guard has found the hallow section of the wall.

The guard pulled out the stone cover and was at shock at what it saw. Deep inside BRAIN's mind, he knows he is basically done for. They found the place were he has hidden the weapon he made.

"What exactly am I looking at?" the warden asks its guard as they look at an empty hole.

"Just assumed there was something inside it sir." it reported a false alarm.

The warden gave a sigh and rubbed its forehead.

"Have maintenance fix this first thing in the morning. Don't think this is over prisoner!" it threatens BRAIN as a guard removes his shackles and locks his cell.

It was a long night and now BRAIN deserves some rest.

The next morning, he checked on his hallowed out section of the wall. He finds his weapon back along with a card and a black Bishop Chess piece.

"Thank you for lending your services. Your freedom will be given to you shortly."

"-Prisoner 2-PTL-1."
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To Be Continued