Fourth Trial

[bathymetric]

[ After the evidence (and what a large batch of evidence it is, this time) has been gathered up, after actually patiently waiting a longer time than usual to make sure everything's been grabbed, the speakers over New Rapture crackle to life. ]

Time's up, everyone. You know where to go.

[ The lower number of bathyspheres, as you descend, is starting to become really notable, isn't it? The descent is the same as ever, lower and lower into the sea. The bioluminescence of those slugs on the ocean floor is almost brighter today, somehow, and some of them have even crawled up the cliff face around you as you pass them.

The dome approaches, slowly as ever, gleaming red in the darkness. The bathyspheres land in a row, doors opening one by one to reveal the familiar sight of the trial room, three more podiums now darkened. ]

Take your places, ladies and gentlemen. You've got a doozy of a situation to discuss. Ass Man and Silver Fox are dead. You know what happens if you can't figure out whodunnit.

[ Welcome to your fourth trial. ]

Comments

[inaclearing]

The Laws of Robotics are - [well, from Asimov, but let's not go there] - it's a computer thing. Very literal. No nuance. If they don't directly harm someone, just set up a situation where someone might be...

[Brett trails off, shaking his head. He...sort of can't believe he's doing this right now; that facade's cracking a little, distress showing through.]

[onemillion]

I thought that might be it, thank you.

[Obey the law directly but find ways to work around it for the desired outcome. He gets that.

He doesn't like it, but it's a life or death situation here.]