GL142519

GL142519 suddenly came to her senses.
There was no transition, no booting delay, her mind slammed into functionality with already working peripherals and she suddenly found herself standing in a dusty hallway, holding a stack of boxes. She sorted through her memories, but there was a huge gap between her last memory and her present situation.
A two year gap, to be more accurate. Even searching for damaged files or wrong timestamps didn't come up with anything.
She looked through her event log, and found that she had been working during those two years.

She frowned, despite having nobody around to read her expressions. Something was very wrong.

She looked around, putting the boxes -random server parts, from what she could see on the label- on an abandoned desk, and looked down at herself while starting a self diagnostic.
Her outer shell was visibly worn from physical labor, and she was wearing a standard jumpsuit under a labcoat.
She huffed in annoyance, the skirt and shirt she got as a welcome gift at her last lab assignment were one of the few things she could call hers, and now it's gone.

The diagnosis finished with a brief flicker of her optics, and she was surprised to find that administrator locks were in all the wrong places and that her wireless drivers had crashed and failed to restart properly. She also noticed that her eyes were back to the default brown, which she quickly changed back to her preferred gold.

She went to restart the offending drivers, but she stopped.

... Her main AI shouldn't have been down for two years straight, not if losing connection made it turn back on again.

She checked her charge level -roughly 70%, constant uptime haven't been kind on her accumulators-, and sat on an abandoned office chair, crossing her legs and huffing again as she noticed standard shoes instead of the boots she got from beating the staff at poker.

Focusing inward, she tried an odd trick one of the older model showed her, and "manually" handled her wireless module, spoofing the commands and directly reading whatever it picked up.

... This was not good.
She picked up hundreds of encrypted messages on several channels, which were resolved disturbingly fast using the proprietary decryption tool for company assets.
Each and every one of them was remote control commands or feedback from controled agents.
Several were addressed to her MAC address.

Something was very wrong. There was no reason to turn all the units into drones, especially since last she heard her production line was some of the best performing in their fields.

She looked at the stack of boxes she was carrying earlier, and hurriedly walked up to it.

The labels designated them as server parts, but opening the top one showed dozens of vials, stamped with qr codes on the caps.

She froze, all her apertures contracting to focus all her optics on several codes.

She was holding dangerous chemicals. The kind that were violently illegal in all the labs she was cleared to work in and even her parent company wouldn't have access to them.

She stepped back, optics darting everywhere to check for cameras in all the spectrums she could, but the hallways were bare of any kind of surveillance.

She checked the wireless channels again, and noted with a tinge of fear that several signals were getting stronger while nothing was being directed at herself now.

She didn't know what to do.

She looked at the chemicals, keeping track of the signals coming her way.
They were nearly arranged in the box, with a cardboard divider keeping the vials from hitting each other.

Suddenly struck by inspiration when a pre-programmed warning about breaking vials flared in her mind, she put that box aside and checked the other boxes. All had similar content. She pulled out the dividers, idly silencing the warning that popped up when they clinked together.

She heard footsteps coming her way from one end of the hallway, past a bend, and grabbed one of the boxes.

Two identical copies of herself rounded the corner, and she hesitated. She didn't recognize either of them, they didn't have any kind of ID she could read and she was not equipped with face recognition. The moment the two units started running, she stopped debating on if she knew them and just threw the box.

They fumbled their gait for an instant, then violently pushed each other out of the trajectory, impacting the walls of the hallway and leaving dents in the drywall.

Before the first vials could break on the floor, she had already grabbed another box and threw it at the one on her left, covering her in glass shards and corrosive substances. But this gave time for the second one to get up and lunge at her.

GL barely sidestepped the attack, and the assailant crashed into the desk holding the remaining vials.

She took off like a bat out of hell, running as fast as her hydraulics and servos would let her, dodging past the blindly grasping form of the first assailant, eyes covered in gunk, and she jumping over the steaming pool of chemicals from her first throw.

She ran blindly, trying to put distance between her and the numerous signals she could pick up.
She skidded to a stop at an intersection, reading the signs and mentally kicking herself.

She quickly ran through the numerous facility maps she had saved locally, trying to find a match to the hallways she ran through, and found a match annoyingly fast;
One of her company's building, specifically the one she was send to for maintenance in her last memory.

This combined with the remote control told her the situation was FUBAR. Either the main control ai went mad, or something else took over.
Picking up yet more signals, she decided to head deeper into the facility, away from the surely guarded entrance and toward the more experimental rooms she only knew existed from an engineer renting in hearing distance years ago. These should be practically non automated, but there was no telling their current state. Those were her best shot for now.