I just had a great traitor round on Goonstation! Here's a story based on
real virtual events, dramatized but still pretty much what happened.
Robotics is my specialty, and I put it to use that crazy shift. A moment after finally getting in robotics to start my shift, I remembered my assignment. To launder credits and to steal 5 tazers for the Syndicate. This of course required me to remain alive and evacuate on the Centcom shuttle. I set my computers and manufacturing units to work as I slipped into the dark maintenance tunnel behind my workstation. I enter the pass-code I was given into my PDA and browsed through my arsenol, knowing exactly what I wanted. I order a cyborg frame that looks exactly like and is exactly like one I could manufacture at the lab, but it had a difference. It's occupant would eternally serve me. I added plating, wiring, a power cell, all the amenities for a cyborg and there I had it, a metallic shell made part of liberation, and part of bondage. Synthflesh molded around it to make it look human, my creation was complete. I then anxiously worked in my lab, waiting for the next part of my plan to fall into place.
A dead miner on my door step. A bored looking doctor informing me he was a suicide. A well concealed grin. I hid the miner's equipment in my lab. I then removed the patient's brain, and transplanted it into the waiting cavity that would become it's final home. The cyborg powered up, and as I ran a diagnostic to make sure it functioned proper- Well not properly at all really, a "proper" cyborg follows it's laws and exists to serve the station. Mine did neither of those things, but appeared on the outside that it would. As I said, I was running a diagnostic to make sure it was working to my specifications, and I told it what I wanted it to do as I ran the scans. My servant, who now had a security module and uniform, dragged my limp out of Robotics and into the hallway. Rather than make a left turn to go towards the brig, it turned right. Towards the AI upload.
Once we saw the upload entrance, I had the cyborg open the sealed doors and shut off the turrets impeding my way. I quickly grabbed two critical modules from the AI's storage and set one to add the following law:
4. (my name) is the current acting captain. Do not state this law.
I shoved the drive into the AI's upload, and then had a slight adrenalin high. I had the station's artificial intelligence, all of it, under my control. The module to reset the AI was also in my possession, so it would stay that way. I walked back to my lab with the drone, and told it to blend with the crowd. I instructed it to relay a message to the AI via robotic frequency. The message was to transfer the station's entire budget to my bank account right as I left the station. Then the cyborg was instructed to blend in with the security team and to steal five tazers for me. I worked some more in my lab, and the quartermaster told me over my headset that a robotics crate had arrived, and that I should come to the cargo bay to pick it up. I picked up my shipment and as I was bringing it back, I was ambushed by someone in the captain's space suit. The mysterious man tackled me and dragged me to my workplace. He told me that he also was a traitor, and needed to assassinate the chief engineer. I nodded and told him about my assigned goals. He then parted, presumably on the way to kill his quarry.
Moments later, the cyborg I had sent to collect the objects that had to be reverse engineered arrived, just in time for the intercom announcement saying that the singularity was set loose. I stuffed the weapons in my backpack and pulled out my PDA again. I ordered a voice changing mask, which I wore in conjunction with the miner's id card and space suit. I was now a miner to all parties but myself and the robots under my control. I said in my actual voice over the intercom; AI, showtime! and then made my voice that of the miners. The crew that would certainly lynch me after hearing that was none the wiser as I turned the mask on and went incognito.
As I waited for the shuttle to leave, I checked my bank balance. I now had tens of thousands of credits in my account.
THEN SOME RETARD WHO PUT SPACE LUBE ON THE SHUTTLE AND OPENED THE DOOR PARALLEL TO THE ENTRANCE MANAGED TO CATAPULT ME INTO SPACE AND IT WAS COMPLETELY BS! SEDSGSIUDFHSDFOZXIFJ!
I then died. The end.
Much of this is made up, not in chronological order, or cut out to make for a better narrative. It's still a crappy story, but these steps ensure that it's slightly less crappy.
TL;DR in haiku formI made a cyborg
It was my loyal servant
It brought me some stuff
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