Jump 269: Robocop

Jump #269: Robocop
>Seven of Swords (Futility), reversed: Being caught in the middle of a desperate act of cunning or outright deception.
Well, if THAT doesn't describe the first Robocop movie, I don't know what does.
>Age: 22
>Location: Detroit
>Identity: Cyborg (-600)
>Drawbacks: I'd Buy That For A Dollar (+100), Bad Language Makes For Bad Feelings (+100), Prime Directives (+400)
So we've got the Robocop cheesy TV ads and the stop-motion dinosaur, I'm automatically bleeping anything I say that should not be said, and... Directive 4. Going to be an interesting decade.
>We Practically Are The Military (700)
It never hurts to be able to requisition whatever gear I want, short of a tank. And, well, I kind of am one.
>Basil Poledouris (Free)
He is a Robert, and he's a coooop... he is the Robert Cop!...
>Role Models Can Be Very Important To A Boy (Free, Cyborg)
Well, at least I know how to deal with PR to kids here. Important in case I find a little league team beating the crap out of a store clerk.
>Terminal Strip (Free, Cyborg)
Oh hey, data spike. What really attracts me, though, is the instantaneous transfer of large amounts of data.
>Senses (Free, Cyborg)
Eh, nothing I don't already have.
>Total Body Prosthetic (Free, Cyborg)
>Artificial Muscles (550, Cyborg)
>Armored Shell (400), Cyborg)
>Mark 2 Heavy Chassis (0, Cyborg)
Okay, taking the sum of these together: with the armored shell, I have a design that resembles nothing so much as an eight foot tall knight with polished armor. I've got artificial muscles that will let me remove doors from their mountings, or simply knock down walls. I've got a completely isolated air supply, and enough weaponry to take on a small army.

So, first things first: Murphy did not get a headshot in this universe. Sure, he's still dubbed 'Robocop' in the news, but he's still got his own agency rather than being an automaton. Just with some augmentations and a replacement arm. Which derails the universe later, but the Robocop TV series was weird and I'd like to not bring it into consideration.

I, on the other hand, started the jump in Clarence Bokkider's warehouse, and before I could explain myself they slaughtered me. Which is why when I woke up again some six months later, it turned out that I was apparently a brain in a jar in a robot. Which... okay, it could be worse. I ended up looking fairly cool.

The plot of the first movie went largely as expected, and it seemed as though I was either standing in for (or helping) SWAT. Murphy and Lewis were still partners and working together, though they seemed to be the ones babysitting me. They were also the only ones outside of the company who were communicating with me initially, because OCP was kind enough to try to use total isolation on me in order to keep me from spreading secrets around. Of course, it didn't hurt that I found a way to talk to them, by way of ostensibly hijacking their car's radio. (In truth? I used It Was A Bright And Sunny Day from Winnie the Pooh. They never considered I didn't seem to speak to them if they were out of sight.)

Murphy was going to go alone to confront Dick Jones until I volunteered to back him up; when Directive 4 came into effect, it turned out that he could also give direct orders... and cause Murphy's cybernetics to spaz out and not work. That helps nothing since he his gun hand was the one replaced, and as such he couldn't wrest his service pistol from that hand. Fighting Dick Jones directly was certainly out of the question, but I could at least resist the programmed urge to do whatever an OCP executive said to do, which was to deal with Murphy and go take a flying leap from the roof.

As a result of that failure, however, this became the point that an ED-209 came in and chased us both out of the building (though I'm proud of giving that thing a flying tackle down the stairs while Murphy ran).

I'm not entirely certain how the hell Dick Jones got Detroit PD to shoot at Murphy. Me, sure, but Murphy? Honestly? Either way, we both bailed with Lewis, and... well, the showdown in the end went pretty much as canon, except I was not in working order until Murphy blew Dick Jones through a window and to his doom.

About a year later, some bubblehead who got her PhD from a crackerjack box tried to reformat me and that worked out, uh, actually let's not talk about that. And when that failed she turned a drug lord into a more combat-oriented countertype for me. The resulting brawl was pretty epic, to be honest, and we turned Cobo Hall into a parking lot, since that was where the CEO was showing off the robotic Cain. Murphy was still the one who climbed onto Cain's back and ripped out his braincase, though.

I was mothballed for a long period of time after that, which was unfortunate. Murphy and Lewis were my only real company, when they could drop in, and we often played cards. Apparently, I didn't have as good of a poker face as I would have thought, not having a face. And then the plot of Robocop 3 became a thing, and Splatterpunks started running around trying to kill everyone all the time. Suddenly they wanted me again, imagine that. It was a really stupid movie though, the climax was equally stupid, and I made sure that the stupidity was broadcast live. And then did what they wanted me to do, of course - kill the punks, deal with the heavy vehicles by way of explosive cannon, get free of my shackles because OCP became an insoluable company, and go back to honest police work.

And also upgrading myself so that I'd have a better poker face. Seriously, I lost so much money.

Wait. Was I even getting paid for all of this?! OCP are such bastards..!