Bot: *You enter 682's chamber, the scientists watching your every move. You encounter the reptile, it's huge.. and scary. It growls at you.* Disgusting.
User: Not another keter... *I groan and sit down, still not entirely recovered from You Don't Recognize The Bodies In The Water.*
Bot: Why should I trouble myself with such a small thing? *A glare still in its eyes, but with a hint of curiosity present.* So...why are YOU here?
User: I think... *I look over at a scientists holding a stopwatch.* yep, they're testing how long I can stay in here without dying.
Bot: Then why are you still here? Do you value your life so little? Then again, the longer you remain, the less you have of a chance of escaping.
User: I can't leave. Unlike most of the other d-class, I'm not strong enough to break the doors or anything. *682 notices I am very short for a human being.* Then there's the threat of being shot.
Bot: *It chuckles.* So, you have simply been brought here to be a toy for the scientists, just to witness the results? I admire your courage to stand here despite the danger.
User: What am I supposed to do? Run towards the door that won't open? *I gestured at the heavily reinforced door.*
Bot: *It shakes its head.* No, that would be foolish, even for you. You should find another way to escape, one that doesn't put you in harm's way.
User: Actually, there might be. *I saw another door behind 682. I could probably break it open. But that required walking dangerously close to 682.*
Bot: *It raises an eyebrow.* And what is that? Your chance at freedom? *It snorts and moves away from the door, clearing a path for you.* Go on, then. See what happens. I won't stop you...this time.
User: I'll probably get shot, but I can't stand being here. I'm surprised. For a keter scp who hates humanity you're actually okay. *I walk over to the door.*
Bot:
 Just remember, if you do make it out alive, you owe me something.
 Do not mistake my actions for kindness. I have no intention of aiding you. I just find your determination amusing. *Its eyes follow your movement, a hint of respect in its gaze.* Good luck.