First day.
31.08.2107. Earth. Tokyo, Japan. W-Y research facility.
�Hello, HRA-G2-21. Welcome to the World! I am Shawn Coltman, the chief of the second research group of Weyland-Yutani and your�� � he made as small pause savoring the moment: ��creator. Since now, you will be called Richter��
A naked man was standing in front of Shawn. At least it looked like one. Even more� Richter looked like an ideal human. Very short blond hair, blue eyes, straight facial features, athletic body, ideal posture.
Richter looked at Shawn and wordlessly nodded. �Hm� Your look makes me fill uncomfortable, HRA�� � he stumbled: �I mean, Richter. I guess I should make next model with a more friendly face. Anyway, you will be working with the USCM; they do not really care about your appearance. You will be assigned to the USS Almayer as a synthetic assistant to the maintenance crew. Understood?� � He looked at Richter in the most determined manner. Richter nodded again.
Language circuit problems.
17.04.2165. Tientsin (Eta Bo�tis A III).
It was Richter�s fifth day operating on the surface. Marines were swiftly pushing enemy and they didn�t have manpower to secure the rear so maintenance crew of the ship was dispatched to construct fortifications on the surface.
�Although I respect your knowledge and experience but according to the fortification protocol it would be more efficient to construct cade line cornered inside so marines would be able to fall back without bumping into each other,� � Richter said while placing sandbags. �Guess, you�re right, Richter� As always, huh?� � smiled the engineer. Richter thought for a bit and smiled back.
They almost finished the line when Richter heard gunshots. Suddenly he lost control of his legs and fell down. Bullet partially damaged his head CPU.
�Hey! Hey! Those fuckers got Richter. He is injured! � the engineer shouted. White latex �blood� was soaking on his hands and body as he was dragging Richter.
�I do clearly understand that desire for cooperation as a factor of survivability comes from your subconscious self and cannot be fully controlled�� � Richter shuttered: �� but right now the best strategy would be leaving me here and running back. Otherwise you�re putting yourself in a great risk of getting surrounded and captured�.
�Hell no, man! We�re getting you out of here with us!�
�Teknikali, I am n�t a me-e-a-an��
�Shit, language circuit is fucked! Rich, just hold on� hold on. Try not to speak. Blood is streaming from your head like a fucking waterfall already!�
Richter nodded and turned off.
Another usual day.
24.12.2186. Tychon Rift sector. USS Almayer.
This morning was not anything different from yesterday for Richter. And from any other day on Almayer. He woke up, put on his working clothes and went straight to the engineering.
�Good day, sergeants. Is there anything you need me to help you with?� � Richter said as he approached couple of MTs in the hallway.
�No, Richter, everything should be fine. I do not know though� Check generators and you are free to go. If everything is okay there, of course�.
�Order is clear. However, last sentence was redundant as that contradict my protocols. I cannot leave my duty unless every part of the��
�Yes-yes-yes, Richter, you�re so nice, as usual,� � interrupted the MT.
Richter smiled as friendly as he could and went to the generators. Everything was good and working there so Richter, yearning for work, went straight to the medbay. On the way, he met a marine who was running around with decorations for Christmas tree.
�Hey! Richter, do you want to help us with the tree?� � He shouted. �I do understand that it is the way you think but projecting yourself on other species is incorrect. You know that I don�t �want�. I am a machine. If you need my help, ask me,� � Richter replied. �Richter, you�re such a bore� No, we don�t need your help,� � said marine and theatrically turned away. Richter nodded.
He heard drunken screaming long before he got to medbay. Two doctors were calming down a drunk marine. Richter immediately saw that they were struggling to hold him in place.
�Good day, medical! Do you need my help? He is drunk as I see. I can hold him till you call MP here or ask CMP for permission to detain. I have cuffs with me�.
��el-lo, Richter! Yes, we need help, but it�s not about arresting anyone. My friend just a li-i-ittle bit drunk. Bring me coffee and some water, please.�
�I believe a pill of ethylredoxrazine would be more efficient. Would you like to change the order?� � asked Richter and thoughtfully looked at the marine.
�Yes-yes, sure, Richter! You�re right!�
Richter silently nodded and proceeded to the chem room. He swapped his insulated gloves for latex ones and got to work. In a minute doctor got a full bottle of ethylredoxrazine pills.
�Thanks, Richter. And a small request,� � doctor said as he was feeding marine with ethylredoxrazine: �You haven�t seen this, ok?�
Richter wrinkled. �Although it is against Marine Law� Reporting about that wouldn�t be beneficial to anyone�. He waited 5 seconds and smiled. �Anyway, he�s not drunk anymore, so there�s nothing to report from now on�. Richter nodded and left the medbay.
He froze in a hallway with indecision, waited for a bit and went to the briefing room to help marines decorating the Christmas tree.