The building was similar that of a warehouse. It was simply smaller. The ground floor only showing the final stages of production of a mass consumer electronics manufacturing and assembly plant. Since space was limited that of above ground in terms of height and square area, the buildings larger and more industrial complex was built beneath the foundations. It was there in those lower levels that the building grew down, as well as out, a large network of assembly lines, part racks and delivery chutes that connected each floor to be able to deliver each part to its appropriate destination for assembly.
The facility was automated, and in turn, very limited in the amount of human staff present. They only ones on the payroll where maintenance staff, technicians, quality control engineers, as well as a general plant manager. The rest of the staff consisted of automated conveyor belts and assembly arms; a completely self contained manufacturing facility.
This all of course, was hidden below the ground floor, a sort of facade, in which was always shown to the clientele, hiding away the rather messy, repetitive, and often very hazard laden area to organics.
Today though, the entire orchestrated chaos and precise dance of motion had stopped.
A body was being looked over. It had been bludgeoned and badly battered with seemingly random strikes from hard metal objects, and at places, burned areas and pinched skin.. The final resting place the body had come to was at least 7 meters from the nearest emergency stop button, which of course was not even opened, nor had the safety key been inserted. A man was wearing a jacket with the logo of the CSI unit for that area. It was an industrial sector of the planet, and frankly, such cases like these where more of murder by a personnel misusing a machine, or causing an intentional malfunction.
The supervisor walked over, eyeing over the shoulder of the CSI technician kneeling over the body.
"It would seem his safety card is intact, so it can't be a malfunction to make it a work related accident."
"Yeah, that was the first thing I looked for. Besides that though, the card works fine, already scanned it." The safety card was a ID badge, meant to disengage industrial machines within a certain radius to allow maintenance or passage for a human through the factory floor without disruption or disabling an entire floor of production.
"Those burn patterns, they look like arc welds, but there isn't an arc welder even near him, they are all on the machines."
"Yes, also," The tech pulled up a part of the bodies arm, "Pinched, tore the skin right off like peeling a banana. That would only be possible with a precision instrument or fine grade industrial manipulators" The supervisor looked down on the body, then looked at the robotic arm above it.
"Have you traced the spatter yet?"
"Not at this time, I was trying to document the body before we moved it out, I figured we could get the pattern afterwards."
"Not for this crime scene, this entire area is being cost hundreds of thousands for every minute they are not producing product." The supervisor started looking around, trying to find blood. He whipped out a small ball and crushed it in his fingers. The liquid, an advanced form of luminol, released floated to anything that was human bodily fluids. In this case, those fluids where on a robotic arm. The technician got up and pulled out another ball of the same kind, crushing it and letting the liquid seek its target.
"The spatter, its on the arms." The technician took a sample, marking back each arm with its corresponding injury on the body.
"It ended there," The supervisor motioned to the body "but it started
" He walked over, tracing a line of robots with spatters on their arms, manipulators, pincers and tools, "Here." The last robot arm wad little blood on it. "This is the point where it started, with this machine" As both men looked back, they noticed that each of the robots had a progressively coated exterior from blood of the victim.
"Thats impossible, the programs forbid that, it would have to be overridden by a programmer, and for that, a manufacturers code of the arm is needed for each unit. And even the safety cards prevent that, unless it was ignored or not written in." The tech was stunned with the scene in front of him "Murder by automaton?"
"The murder wasn't by automaton," The clone looked up, slipping its glasses over its keen stern face with a wispy frock of red hair,
"It was fully automatic."