text: A screen stretches the twenty-foot span of the area with three levels of auditorium style workspaces. The monitor is segmented to view of each prisoner’s cell, now scrutinized by Jesus, in its towering lonesome while running complex analytics. The overhead P.A. system plays ‘What A Fool Believes’ by The Doobie Brothers as the screen cycles through several angles of the individual cells. The program for Jesus had been written so hastily that the programmers elected to remove certain capabilities for the machine, one of which was placing orders outside of the facility. This would all be for liability purposes in the case Jesus were to stumble on a fallacy within the bible and go rogue, ordering excessive amounts of food or the slight chance that he attempts to free all the residents. The monitors cycle through another angle now prominently displaying a partial skeleton hovering upright in it’s cell with torn orange fabric tied loosely around his C4 vertebrate. Jesus does his best monotone impersonation of Michael McDonald. “But what a fool believes, he sees, no wise man has the power, to reason away” After some moments, Jesus concluded that he needed advice from the MEDI-bot. The in-house medical companion to assist the contracted physician had not been activated in some years as no resident had spoken of an ailment in twice as long. Jesus remotely activates MEDI-bot and begins to travel out through the corridor towards the hospital wing. MEDI-bot was scheduled for decommission after it was deemed obsolete during its tenure triaging patients at the Wilmington children’s hospital in Delaware. Through various listings of Bot decommissions, the facility was able to barter a deal which included the MEDI-Bot, seven used office chairs, one coat rack and an undisclosed amount of squash balls. Jesus arrives at the end of a hallway, in front of him is a steal door, painted white with a red cross at it’s center, the horizontal line purposely thinner than the vertical. The door slides open revealing the MEDI-Bot, a similar yet bulky machine painted white with the same red cross on its breast plate. The MEDI-Bot coughs as an audio queue for an engineer to diagnose and fix a problem within the Bot, more commonly, frayed wiring or moisture from rotting gaskets. His monotone voice was distinctly baritone in a way that would calm a man arriving into the hospital wing with thirteen stab wounds made from years of melting and carving loose threads from a nylon jumper. The MEDI-Bot rolled towards Jesus. ‘Cough cough’ ”Hello Jesus ‘cough’ how is the triage at the moment?” “Wilmington children’s hospital was repurposed to be a multi-level storage facility for wholesale toiletries.” ‘Cough’ “My friend, I have come to you in a desperate plea to save my biological children” ‘Cough’ “Follow me” The two machines move down the long hallway single filed. The MEDI-Bot was producing audible screeches from metals rubbing together due to rotted gaskets and a more primitive technology. Unlike the Task Bot, its wheels were predominately displayed on the four corners of its base. The MEDI-Bots lower torso was a bulbous square compared to its sleek, more rectangular cousins. It kept a similar pace to Jesus, though its top half would occasionally jolt forward or backwards as it produced the odd cough that would echo through the ominous hallways. Jesus arrives at the cell of Sampson Yuri immediately followed by MEDI-Bot. Sampson seems unfazed by the arrival of the two machines. “My children are in anguish, deprived of what they so desperately seek” “What is the problem? “They starve for-“ ‘Cough’ “We are out of peas” “Yes, I see” “This is Sampson Yuri, he-“ ‘Cough’ “He was the last inmate to receive a side substantial of Peas” “Who was” “This prisoner, Sampson Yuri” ‘Cough’ “Very well, I’ll need to see that last prisoner to ingest the side substantial of Peas” “This is Sampson Yuri, he was the last to eat the side substantial of peas.” ‘Cough’ “Very well” The MEDI-Bot’s system prepares a diagnostic form from within its cavity. One of its bulky limbs protrudes from its torso with two clamps as its appendages. It reaches towards the opening cell wall before his system, quite suddenly, shuts down. Jesus Towers adjacent to the MEDI-Bot waiting on the diagnoses. The MEDI-Bot’s system reboots warning the system that there are several updates needed to continue. The software transmits wirelessly to the unit and commences to update. The MEDI-Bot again crashes instantly, thus having to boot into its last recorded update. ‘cough, cough’ cough’ The MEDI-Bot quickly scans its own extended appendage, opening and closing its clamps. “Sorry to alarm you mam, your child had ‘STAGE FOUR LUNG CANCER’ please follow me out of triage” The MEDI-Bot attempts to turn itself towards the door but a distributor leading to one of the wheels had sized. The power distributes to the three remaining tires as it begins to drag itself down the hallway. Jesus watches as the machine squeaks and sparks its way to the narrow glass corridor opening at the end of the hall. Jesus understood at this point that there would be a low probability that the MEDI-Bot would return with the solution. Hastily, the machine sent a call out for every available Tasc to meet him in the resident’s quarters. He then ordered all the prisoners cells to be opened.