Bare hands.

You decide there’s no need for a weapon, it’s just a test after all. Leaving the items where they are, you walk in front of the mannequin and nudge it with your finger.

“Erm... hey, you, gimme all your cash,” you say, feeling a little silly as you give it a punch in the arm.

Nothing happens.

“Hey, I said gimme your money!” you yell at the mannequin. This time, you grab the front of his suit with both hands and start shaking him around. You’re really starting to get into the role, and you even slap the mannequin in the face and give him a couple of knees in the crotch for good measure.

You’re so absorbed with getting into character that you fail to notice the robot as it enters the alleyway. It approaches toward you and it’s voice booms, “halt! Release the man and drop your weapons!”

Startled by its sudden appearance, you release the mannequin and turn to face the robot.

“Drop your weapons!” repeats the robot.

Confused, you begin to reply, “but I don’t have any weap-OUUUHHHFFF!!!”

While you were busy talking, the robot had raised one hand and unerringly fired a “non-lethal” rubber bullet at you. The large hardened rubber pellet fires out of a hole in its palm and impacts against your lower tummy. Intense pain blossoms deep within you as you feel your womb take a direct hit.

You stagger back a few steps and drop down to your knees. As your knees touch the ground, two more rubber bullets slam into your bare breasts, flattening them against your chest and knocking you sprawling backwards to land on your back.

“HURK!”

You hear the footsteps of the robot as it runs toward you, and as you look up it’s already standing between your legs, looking imposingly over you.