Mac and Open - The Kitchen at the back of the Food Distribution Center
It was honestly laughable that Mac had been assigned to the kitchens. Not that she thought it was supposed to be gourmet meals or anything, she was fully aware that this was a concentration camp and they were lucky to be getting food at all. And she was quite thrilled to not be carrying boxes that looked like they weighed more than she did - physical strength was not something she possessed - but oh how anyone who knew her would laugh. Mac could burn water without much trouble. And really, she had to find some source of amusement here, or she’d go fucking crazy.
The place was like something out of a sci-fi movie, which was something she was definitely not going to be able to enjoy again for quite awhile, if ever. She could only hope the Captain and his friends had some sort of plan to find who they needed to find and get them the hell out of here already.
Really, the only thing here that she found interesting was all the AI. Sure, it was an example of how very wrong it could go, but still, these cyborgs were fascinating. She would absolutely kill to be able to dig into one of their chips, examine their OS, really take them apart. A small part of her realized that those were likely the same thoughts that lead to this world’s destruction, but she just couldn’t help it. This was her life’s work. Her life’s work gone horribly, horribly wrong, but still. Maybe if she could learn more about them she could figure out what went wrong.
It was then that she realized that she was staring off into space instead of peeling and chopping potatoes for the ‘soup’ that seemed to be served at every meal. She took a quick look around to make sure none of the robots (Robots! Her mind screamed at her in terror and fascination) had noticed her slacking. Thankfully none of the seemed to give a shit either way so she went back to peeling and chopping, trying not to daydream more about really digging into one of those metal heads.