"I am the KING of the Free Will Experimental Station, where we perform Experiments on Free Will. Now move along, I'm very busy. And important."

“Actually, you are required to answer my questions.”

The voice is different in tone. And it is also coming from outside the station. And here is a central coordinator authentication for previous statements.

"O-oh! Yes, ma'am! Sorry ma'am! I didn't recognize you, ma'am!"

“Now, you were saying?”

"Y-yes, ma'am! This is the Free Will Experimental Station, ma'am! Running just as smoothly as always, ma'am! Nothing wrong here, ma'am!"

“‘Nothing wrong’ is a rather — low — standard.”

"Oh no, it's better than not wrong! It's perfect! We have some very interesting conclusions! Very interesting indeed! Very useful, too! For something! I'm sure! Ma'am!"

“Do you really think that your laughable deflection will in any way improve the outcome of this inspection?”

“Oh look. I rhymed. Maybe we can write a poem about this later.”

"Deflecting, ma'am? I'm sorry, ma'am! What should I do, ma'am?"

“We can start with a tour.”

"Yes, ma'am!" Pause. "A tour of what, ma'am?"

“The entirety of the ‘Free Will Experimental Station’.”

"Yes, ma'am! This is the control room."

“Indeed. What actions can you perform from here?”

"Collect data, ma'am, and analyze it, and sift through it, and find patterns in it."

“Next room.”

"I'm sorry, ma'am?"

Loom. Noises of machinery from the opening in the ceiling. “Continue with the tour.”

"Yes, ma'am!" The core unsticks itself from the control pin and attaches itself to the metal rails on the ceiling then zips towards a hole in a wall.

The avatar of the central coordinator follows.

Behind them, something that isn't a core drops out of the ceiling hole and plugs itself onto the control pin. (Unfiltered data. Control overrides.)

"Here's the waiting room, ma'am," says the core, leading her to a fancy doctor's waiting room where a couple of robots that look like something straight out of Call of Robot Cthulhu titter incomprehensibly at each other. They seem to share a basic... design... if it could be called that, but they're made of a ridiculous amalgamation of core parts, test chamber equipment, panels, and old computers. There are perhaps four different appendages that might be reasonably called "heads", with pieces moving and swirling in seemingly random patterns. There are sparks flying out of different locations every now and then and their immediate environment looks like it's been subjected to somewhat frequent applications of sparks-and-fire-extinguishers.

They don't acknowledge the arrivals.

“They don't look like they're very good at waiting.”

(And what might be on the local network? What can be controlled? What things admit to their existence?)

"Oh they are, they've been waiting for the past ten years," it says proudly.

The Free Will Experimental Station consists of several rooms with various designs and devices, all occupied by robots and collecting various data...

...which are fed into a bunch of servers running some pretty complex computations.

“Ah. An excellent example of what I'm not doing.”

And are any of those devices ominously described? (Let's also keep an eye out that nothing is being skipped on the tour.)

Oh they're described in quite a bit of detail! There is furniture and testing apparatuses and bombs and computers—all sorts of things from the mundane to the insane.

"Our next room is the kitchen," the core says, leading her to, well, a kitchen. There is only one robot in it, also sharing a basic complete lack of design with the previous two but being subtly different. It is also repeatedly hitting one of its head-like appendages against a counter and occasionally emitting a soft mewling sound from various sound boxes around its body.