
The Independent Republics
Pellesia Region
Warehouse/Distribution Center No.6
It was a semi-busy day at Warehouse No. 6, and the PT-726s were busy working as they fulfilled orders, grabbing the required items and placing them in crates before sealing them up. Meanwhile, their human supervisors were busy either sleeping or drinking on the job, not giving a crap about their robotic employees, as they knew that while they lacked in intelligence, their job was relatively simple, and it was hard for them to mess it up. However, despite this, they're still capable of fucking up one way or another.
Meanwhile, in the shipping sector, two Jr-726s, Olivaw, a blue Jr-726 wearing an old Dernofer helmet, and Daneel, a beige Jr-726 that wore an M25 helmet, the only reason why they're wearing such things has to do less with safety and more with personal choice. The two little robots were busy checking the crates, making sure the orders were right and there was nothing damaged or missing. Today's order called mainly for supplies and spare parts—nothing special.
"Cans of bug meat labelled as something else? Check. Fuses and other mechanical spare parts? Check. Pellesian officer sword? Um, I don't know why that's in the order, but um, let's see what's next… Stun baton I don't think we packed those yet." Daneel said as he crossed off the items on his clipboard. He was one of the many instances of a Jr-726 who took on a more serious personality to keep it short. "Olivaw, do you have those stun batons ready? We got this order ready to ship. we're behind"
"Up here, boss," Olivaw yelled, waving his arm to get his attention. "I'll bring them down to you." Olivaw disappeared, and the sound of something being pushed could be heard, and after a few minutes a cardboard appeared at the edge of the shelf with Olivaw coming out into view.
"Oh for fuck's sake, don't tell me you're going to push that off. The last thing we want is those things activating from the impact alone!" Daneel cried, Even a PT-726 ironically wouldn't do something this stupid.
"Don't worry, I got this." Olivaw disappeared before coming back with a rope and tying it around himself and the box and pushing it off the shelf.
"Whatever you have planned, I doubt it's a good idea—" Before he could even finish, Daneel experienced what it was like to take a heavy box to his glass dome and fell into the wooden crate with his buddy landing on top; however, before they could get out, the lid was placed on top, nailed shut, and loaded onto a truck, its next stop… the Eusan Federation, delivering not unimportant supplies but also two little robots.