Our friends troop bravely down the corridor towards their destination. This being alpha complex, corridors are not just corridors. There is still a hustle of Infrared and Red clearance life wondering around.
The group enter a corridor junction, not far from their station. Straight ahead is a set of vending machines. A citizen in a Red jumpsuit appears to have his hand stuck in a slot and is yelling for assistance.
On the right is a set of the omnipresent Confessional Booths, where citizens may confess treasons to The Computer in privacy, and where appropriate medication can be dispensed or charred ashes be disposed of. A Red citizen is leaning against the door of one, doing something with his hands that looks like reading an invisible book. Another emerges from an adjacent booth and deposits a used bag of Algae Chips in the trash receptacle.
As our friends enter, an infrared nearby looks up and asks "How's business" just before a passing scrubbot, which looks like a giant washer/dryer with arms and wheels, whizzes in from a side corridor, grabs Jake-R and shoves him inside itself on rapid clean cycle.
From the communal bathrooms, a citizen emerges, beams brightly at everyone and declares "May the harmony of the cosmos be with you!" just before the vending machine with the stuck citizen catches fire.
"We shall all go help the man in the vending machine. Jake-R is more than capable of handling himself, as he has been brought up properly by Friend Computer. Or do any of you think that Friend Computer hasn't taught him how to handle himself within Alpha Complex? ." Quickly glancing over them all, Sparky nodded again.
"Besides, we are not true Reds yet. That man over there is, therefore he takes precendence over Jake and deserves our full attention! I have complete faith that Jake-R can get himself out of this situation in, eh, the happiest way possible. He was promoted to Jake-R for a reason, now, let us all go help that other citizen. GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN, JAKE-R!"
"BUT EVERYONE HURRY HAPPILY. WE MUST GET TO Anni-O-KLY-4 IN ROOM 13GH728!"
The cosmos proclaiming guy levers himself off the restroom door, pushes it shut and departs, ducking neatly out of the way of the top of the vending machine, which has just blown itself across the room. The trapped citizen is getting quite... agitated.
Having finished Mandatory Emergency Cleanliness cycle, the scrub bot deposits a tumbledried Jake-R in the middle of the corridor and trumbles off.
While all this is going on, a Green clearance guard positions himself squarely in front of Sparky-R and demands "What is yer security clearance, citizen?"
Looking up and grinning from ear to ear, Sparky looked at the Green guard.
"Sparky-R-JNR-1. We're on our troubleshooter training mission. We need to report to Anni-O-KLY-4 in room 13GH728, but that man there is in trouble, and as a fellow Alpha Centre citizen, I thought it best to get him out of that machine and then report to a higher clearance that he's broken a machine."
Jake-R finishes sweeping off the water from his clothes and steps forward, just behind Spark-R and smiles at the Green guard. "If Spark-R has lied about his security clearance i think Friend Computer deserves to know and decide whether he should be punished. Not reporting treason is treason."
Jake-R smile wider and looks around at the group for opinions or comments.