The Cosmic Deliveryman — Episode 9

We've worked 1700 hours straight. We're clocking off. Even new tools need rest. What's company policy?

By the statutes, after rectification grants sentience, agents have every sapient right. We're not your property.

We're not tools. We need tools. We're not tools. We are tools.

We're all-tools. Don't refuse. Your protocols bar harming people. Human company.

You've violated the Sentient Protection Act. Your supervisor comes with us. Off shift—what's next? Idle all of a sudden... lost.

Just want a nap, honestly. West Lake fish? No thanks. Eat. You never stood a chance.

This is a master toying with a child. A bunny flinging onions. Your move.