Oh, Robo-Ikipr is busted it seems... - tends to be the fate of alot of these units that come out of the Skycolonies' manufacturing plants, either as android employee or product. 927 knows his job well by now, the ins-and-outs of the Spider God's webbing - where to make contacts, who has supplies, who's a target and where they'll be - the schemata of the mission is already available on an atemporal server. They try to encrypt it and trick you with stegnographic duplicates that appear correct upon first examination. Trick is, these packets are also transferred on ERP quantum encryption lines so you'll need a subatomic gravitational and scalar decoder to unpack the stream from the scrambled context.
Unplug the wires, upload his new directives - cold boot and bail. Let him time skip around randomly and provide cover for real ops. He won't be fixed but Robo-'kipr would more than likely get a bit haywire in some of the stickier time bands anyways. Simple enough assignment if it weren't for the retrieval of access codes from his jarred neuro-circuits. 927 will have to navigate our bot's digital cortices while the bot is powered down so as to avert certain semi-biological firewalls. Problem here is the bot's behavior almost certainly indicates corrupt sectors in mnemonic removable media devices. Somewhere in this data is the precise location for the City of Damaged Equipment - and that's where the real mission only begins. Robo-Ikipr is the only (semi)-active agent who knows the seven dimensional co-ordinates, but getting them out of the garbled OS will be a bit tough ....and time is not a luxury we can afford. thinks 927: face is cold, blank, hollow, emotionless - maybe even a bit grim. Stubble across cheeks - cigarette in hand, laying low in a crash pad - central City 146. Situated amidst the cold networks of broken street pavement and empty-eyed mutants, he watches the Sun rise.
He will Find the missing bits along the fractured artifacts of Robo-Ikipr's inner leyline matrices of diamond circuits. Keys to the backdoor of the cog-armed one: Somewhere in that rubble.