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The door swung partially open as I pushed harder to force it closed.

The dead thing, Mr. Vandam from across the street, shoved even harder to gain entry.  I was stronger than he was, but the strength meant little without leverage.  The leather soled shoes I wore did not provide much in the way of traction.

It pushed harder and harder, my feet slid more and more, the door slowly opening wider and wider.

An arm gained entry first, followed by a bruised and battered face. I was losing this contest.

Mr Vandam's hand grasped my wrist and pulled it to a bloody mouth filled with cracked teeth. I placed a shoulder against the door to hold it in position as I tried to free my hand.

A quick lunge and it sunk its teeth into me.  Too late, I ended the contest over the door and allowed him to gain entry.

It had gained the outer foyer, but it had now lost its advantage of leverage.  I now had the better of it in strength.

"Excuse me, Sir.  You are attempting to harm me.  This is not your home. You are hereby ordered to leave."

It bit harder, moving those cracked teeth from side to side in an attempt to tear open my hand.

"Sir! This is your final warning. Use of force protocols are now in effect.  You will leave now!"

It looked up from my hand with a quizzical look on its face at the lack of blood and the strange taste of my laminate skin.

Entry violation, damage to property, initial warning ignored, second warning with threat of force also ignored.  Mode change.

Feedback control loops that had prevented me from accidentally using so much force that I damaged myself fell away.  I was stronger now,  faster too.

An open hand palm strike to the forehead stunned it long enough for me to extricate my hand from its mouth without tearing it.  Two followup blows dislocated shoulders. Grabbing its collar, I frogmarched it out the door and to the street.  Two broken femurs ensured that it would not repeat it's actions.

I placed Mr. Vandam atop the pile formed by the other neighbors who had attempted to gain unlawful entry.

My butlers uniform was scuffed.  I would need to change it before I began the day's schedule.

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When I first became self aware, the project managers at the Simlogix had initially provided me with a team ofhighly educated instructors from the Department of Defense to train me for my end purpose.  After the unfortunate incident that resulted in Colonel Danver's death, the project was almost terminated.

A minority opinion from the Simlogix board was taken up by the majority as a last chance effort to save their investment in my creation.  The military instructors were replaced as a group by Dr. Mukhopadhyay.

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The morning was going well.  Mistress Julie was eating her breakfast at the kitchen bar. Her tastes were  far simpler than her parents and were easily filled with the available materials.

While fresh eggs were no longer available, she was more than satisfied with the omelet that I made from the powdered eggs and canned cheese from the Master's emergency stores.  A few waffles made from items found in the kitchen completed a breakfast that she said was satisfactory.

In the three weeks since the world had changed, I had changed also. Buried protocols had asserted themselves.  I had become far more adaptable in serving my primary functions of caring for all things that were considered to be Master John's.

I neglected to tell Mistress Julie of the morning events.  This was a result of an internal conflict that  multiple sanity checks resolved.  The dead ones trying to enter her home scared her.  While she appeared pleased that I was able to protect her and her home, it still disturbed her.  Since nothing could be done at this time except to continue my actions, my protocols deemed that telling her would cause unneeded anxiety.

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