MT-ρ was made to receive and analyze data and package it into hourly news broadcasts. She’s the face, voice, and, well, pretty much all, of city radio.

  • _MT-ρ

    This is MT-ρ

    I did not remember MT-ρ. But everyone else was eager to remind me. A1-5 and Electric Eye’s band of revolutionaries told me tales of adventuring with her. They applied each story like a coat of paint, stepping back to see if it would stick. The robot they recalled sounded clever, determined, and sheltered. That MT-ρ spoke near incessantly, a task I had no desire to try.

    read
  • _MT-ρ

    Malfunctioning?

    The humans were angry. A tall one stared at me and ground her teeth over and over, until the harsh rasping played as a background hum. But they would not say what I had done to displease them. I suspected I was malfunctioning.

    read
  • _MT-ρ

    Interrogated

    I lay on a table, my limbs and shoulders clamped in place. I lay on a table, my eyes fixed on a nearby screen and watched my secrets ripped out.

    read
  • _MT-ρ

    In the shadow of RX-97s

    The room they put me in was blank-walled and empty. It, like the van, was prepared for me: cut off from the internet. I had never been so stripped down before, my perspective so narrowed. I had never been without vast reservoirs of data waiting at hand. Or the ability to call for help.

    read
  • _MT-ρ

    A Stunning Day

    “This is MT-ρ reporting loud and clear, and it is a stunning day in the city,” I declared, starting my broadcast.

    read
  • _MT-ρ

    Loud and Clear

    Alone in the broadcasting studio, I cranked up my voice speed to an energetic patter, “Announcing loud and clear over your home radio, this is MT-ρ with the hourly news. It is a beautiful day in the city….”

    read