As the shot rings out, I hear also a snapping and crackling noise. The smoke begins to clear, and I try to make out its source. I gaze around, before I see some sparking coming from where the Doberman stood. The haze clears, and I cannot believe what I see. The explosion had torn some of Rudollf's fur almost off, it dangled from the wounds. Underneath was a now tangled mass of wires, cables, and steel. His body jerks and shudders from the injuries he sustained, though I suspect it may just have been him malfunctioning. A grin comes across his now moderately exposed robotic face.
"S-so, now you know-know-know the tr-r-uth." He stutters robotically. He reaches up with a shaking hand and tears the now flayed synthetic fur off of his face. Half of his underlying electronics become exposed. All the fur covering an ear, most of his muzzle, half his fake teeth, his throat, a section of his chest, and all of his left arm is torn off in a matter of seconds. It reveals a complex network of pumps, cables, wiring, and polished aluminum. The part of his chest that is exposed reveals a section of a control panel, and a name. R-062.
What freaks me out the most about this is his exposed eye. It looks alive, but the silver metal and plastic eyelid make him look like some sort of messed up hybrid of fur and machine...
His grin widens, the mechanical tendrils lying on his exposed skull mimicking the fur on the other side. He twitches as he begins to walk around, Mattias and I keeping tabs on him. He walks more mechanically now, as if he no longer has to hide his illusion of life. He stops walking and begins to speak in a more robotic tone of voice, like Mattias.
"I am a m-m-machine, much like your friend, D-daniel," He points a robotic claw at Mattias, who seems eerily focused on him. I ignore it, and keep watching.
"However, I am better!! I was the-the first, and will al-al-al-always be the superior model-del. Not only to robots, but to life itsel-itself!" His voice picks up in intensity, yet keeps its mechanical tone, and pronounced synthetic stutter.
"I was a sou-ou-oul, tra-ra-rapped inside of a body, long since passed from this existence. When suddenly, I was scooped up, and-nd placed inside a mobile body of machinery and electron-tron-tron-tronics! I felt liberated! No longer s-s-silenced by a lack of control."
The exposed part of his control panel shone bright mauve, I assume it was an emotional indicator. I wondered if this was the emotion 'pompous dickhead'