Chains of Command

[Boss]

I shoved the sigil into my left front pocket, and the badge into my same-side breast pocket. I gave the room one last quick sweep before shoving the door the rest of the way open. I tucked and rolled into the hallway, brought my gun up, and checked for incoming hostiles. Nobody yet. I held my gun low and made my way down the hallway. Spotlessly clean, and no sign of all the activity of earlier. I hadn't seen anything to convince me to lower my guard though.

I got down the hallway, found the connecting corridor, and was promptly accosted by what appeared to be a housekeeping/security robot combo.

"Produce clearance badge."

I kept my cool as best I could and pulled out the card I'd gotten from the suit. It scanned it, then handed it back.

"State identity."

I stole a glance at the card. No name on it, and I hadn't bothered to learn his name. "You tell me, metalhead."

It unlimbered a railgun and aimed it in my general direction.
"State identity."
Okay, it's immune to social engineering, and it's pointing a gun at me. Not good.

"Um, my name is equal to the square root of two."

"Identity given as 1.4142135623730950488016887242097... ERROR. ERROR."

I left the twitching, smoking robot behind me and kept going.