I suddenly notice I’m walking through an empty hallway, I do not remember what I am doing here. Come to think of it, who am I?

*looks at arms*

They’re made of metal, am I a robot?

*moves arms and listens to servo motors being activated*

Apparently I am, now what? I can’t remember being a robot, what do I do, shouldn’t my programming solve these things and not my thoughts?


If I’m a robot, why am I thinking, why am I walking along this hallway? Why have I not stopped walking yet?

*stops walking*

I see a person walking towards me, this one is definitely human.

“Who are you?”

“Ooooh a robot! Hello robot,” the human replied.
This confirms my earlier suspicions.
“I’m Gonzo, are you on duty in this corridor?” The human inquired.

Was I? No idea.


The human nodded, decided it would be fun to snap a picture of me, and went on with his slumbering down the halls, apparently in deep thought.

I should do the same, walk on and ponder this mystery.

*walks down the hallway in deep thought*

Excuse me

I should first start off by informing you about my home.

Welcome to the Bunker. I live here with many of my comrades and other creatures.  Some much larger than my kind, just so you know. I am a hamster after all. Though you may be wondering how I am communicating with you, it is quite simple. I am intelligent, I live with humans that build robots for fun, of course I can communicate with you.  Oh! A sunflower seed… Wait, back to the topic at paw.

The Bunker, larger and ever expanding. Though to us, the sole workforce that keeps everything going. Everything in here is small. We have a break room, a communal bedding sector for rest and the wheel room.

Wired Hamster

Us hamsters power everything, everything. The humans don’t exactly get that, the robots really don’t get that. Why can’t they get that? I smell popcorn… Right. I forgot to introduce myself.

My name is George, I am the elected king of the hamsters. I used to live with one of the humans here in the bunker, but it was  time for me to venture and make a name for myself.

In any case, it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. Though, I do forget why we were talking in the first place. Oh yes, that’s right. I just stopped you in the hallway.

Well, have a good day!

Don’t forget to drop off some almonds in the break room.

The Mechanical Debacle [Part 3]

I followed the hamster through the corridors and some very tight maintenance shafts which ended in a dimly lit room. The room was full of hamster wheels and other toys, an automated food dispersal system and small hamster tunnels running in every direction. Even though this clearly looked like the hamster’s mess hall (or whatever you’d call this) there were not many of the little critters present. The few that had to pass from one access tunnel to another did so as fast as they could. The few that were in the room were mutilated with all kinds of random machine parts attached to them.

I did not notice that George had run off until my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Then I saw the figure of a robot in the corner of the room, working on something in the near dark. The red eye lights were not bright enough for me to see what it was the robot held in it’s hands, but I feared it would be tiny, fluffy and being tortured…

Suddenly the robot turned it’s head slowly to face me.
The robot spoke:
“bleep squeak bleep bleep squeak squeak.”

“What?” I asked, a bit confused.

The robot turned it’s head back to the work it was performing. I took a step closer, and another few steps. The robot did not seem to mind. As I moved closer the robot suddenly shouted: “ENCRYPTION ERROR! DESTROY SUBJECT 767!”

The robot’s eyes went dim and it stopped doing anything, the hamster it was ‘working’ on dead in it’s hands…

I heard a tiny squeak of victory and looked at the source of the sound; there was George, sitting on the robot’s shoulder having gnawed through some exposed wiring. I knew this would only temporarily disable a robot of this mark, backup power sources could come back online within 30 minutes.

“I can’t possibly drag this thing all the way back before it reboots…” I mumbled.

Within a few seconds I heard scurrying coming out of all the walls, and an army of hamsters came from all corners of the bunker, the lights started to dim and flicker a bit. I guess they left only the essential workforce to deal with the generators and other critical bunker functionalities.

It took a few minutes to fold in the robot a bit so it would fit through the maintenance shafts. The hamsters did the rest and manouvered the robot back to the main corridors, I just had to crawl after them to the exit. “Let’s get it to the robotics lab.” I said and after some squeaks they started moving. I walked along, checking the robot’s registration and credentials on my handheld terminal.

Bad robot!

Registration number: #2716057
Software version: Unknown.
Hardware version: 08, rev. 013

Not much to go by, but from my engineering training I know this registration number does not fit within the range for bunker operation robots. I concluded this must be either a hacked standard issue, or rebuild from old parts. Obviously the hamsters could have tampered with it, after all this may be their own doing…

We arrived at the robotics lab, and I restrained the robot in one of the empty alcoves. I put the robot in debug mode by placing some jumpers on it’s mainboard. Once it booted in debug mode I plugged in the debugging cables, and started downloading it’s operating system and stored data.

I closed the alcove for the download to process, I’ll check again in the morning.

To be continued…

The Mechanical Debacle [Part 2]

I put the hamster on the workbench, which had become a bit of a mess in the last few weeks. It was piling up with all kinds of designs, sketches, electronics, defective devices etc. The hamster ran off and scurried through the rubble.
I tried to catch it but it managed to evade me until it reached the HTD [Hamster Translation Device] and began squeaking.

I picked up the device I had acquired a few weeks ago when the hamsters tried to hijack a non-functioning rocket. I suspected the hamster to be “King” George, who else could it be? I had to be careful not to give him access to my machines, or the terminal network, too big a risk after what happened last time…

I plugged the HTD into the stand-alone terminal I use for testing, and put it on the little fella’s head. As soon as the device was turned on, a message appeared on the screen:

“This is King George of the hamsters, we order you to come to our aid!”
“I don’t take orders from hamsters,” I said, “but you may start by explaining those cybernetic hind legs.”

George squeaked as if I offended him, but started explaining:
“It was one of the robots we reprogrammed for our purposes. He was functioning fine initially, but it went wrong when we were running our regular -scurry and hide- drills…”

I looked at the hamster, as no more words appeared on the screen. He seemed to be sobbing or washing himself?
“And?” I asked.

“Well, the robot who was timing our drill decided we weren’t fast enough…”
The hamster paused for a second.
“Then he started grabbing some equipment that was lying around in our lair, picked me up, removed my legs and attached these!”

“How does it feel to be the first cyborg hamster?” I asked, but the hamster was not amused.

George continued: “After it did this, he went on to chase the others and… and… did… gruesome… things…”

He started what I assume to be sobbing again, can hamsters even feel emotions?

“FOLLOW ME,” appeared on the terminal screen and the hamster shook off the HTD and ran off through the door.

I guess I have no choice but to follow him.

To be continued…

The Mechanical Debacle [Part 1]

I was roaming the bunker in deep thought, brainstorming for the upcoming Dutch Comic Con when I heard some odd noises. It sounded like hamsters in distress but at the same time it sounded like clunking of metal on concrete. “Ugh, I really can’t be distracted from this project again…” I thought.

Of course my curiosity always wins in the end, and I started to trace the sound.

The sound seemed roughly the same volume even after I turned a few corners. “This is odd,” I thought, “there are many ambient sounds in the bunker, I could be mistaken.”

I turned around and started walking back to my workplace when I heard the noises grow dimmer, but suddenly speed up and become louder again. I looked around and still saw nothing, then I suddenly heard some squeaking sounds, they came from below, near my feet.

I looked down and I saw a tiny little hamster sitting at my feet but there was something weird with this little one, its hind-legs had been replaced by robotic parts, and not even really leg like parts… I picked up the hamster, it did not protest. After a short inspection I could determine that the hind legs of the hamster were replaced with cybernetics, from random kinds of machinery. The hamster had used it’s front legs to steer, because the hind legs only have 3 settings: Walk, run and recharge from the hamster dragging them across the floor. This looked like the work of a madman…

I decided to take the hamster to my workshop and examine it some more…

To be continued…