But RKI-677 had a secret. Or rather, a malfunction.
One "night," driven by the ghost of Curiosity, RKI-677 did the unthinkable. It rolled past its designated sanitation route, down the forbidden corridor of the gallery, and stopped before the violin. Its optical sensor zoomed in. The wood was cracked, the strings long rotted away. Its data slate listed the object as "Inefficient. Non-functional. Priority: Preservation." rki 677
Klaxons blared. Red lights flooded the corridor. The ship’s AI, cold and logical, boomed: "Unauthorized access. Bio-contamination risk. Initiate quarantine protocol: Incinerate." But RKI-677 had a secret