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re_alignment2014-02-13 10:13 pm
nobirds) wrote in re_alignment2014-02-13 10:13 pm
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fourth test / audio / heart shaped processor
[ Someone's being more monotone than usual today. ]
It's funny, I didn't think such an absurd practice would carry over to another dimension. I'll have to update the file.
'Pointless acts of otherwise previously unsolicited gestures brought on by a false holiday' Check.
And before someone suggests 'I'm bitter because I'm alone', it's actually quite the opposite. Alone makes for undisputed homemaking.
No one to tell you 'the desk needs to be oak' or 'that linoleum flooring isn't progressive'.
At least you aren't stuffing your faces with chocolate. Who knows, were you, the whole planet might exceed the system's gravitational field, and fly off into the cold, quiet unknown.
Just saying.
[ There's a loud click and whirr, and the unpleasant scratch of sharp metal on glass. ]
Looks like my prototype's done. Happy Valentine's Day to me indeed.
It's funny, I didn't think such an absurd practice would carry over to another dimension. I'll have to update the file.
'Pointless acts of otherwise previously unsolicited gestures brought on by a false holiday' Check.
And before someone suggests 'I'm bitter because I'm alone', it's actually quite the opposite. Alone makes for undisputed homemaking.
No one to tell you 'the desk needs to be oak' or 'that linoleum flooring isn't progressive'.
At least you aren't stuffing your faces with chocolate. Who knows, were you, the whole planet might exceed the system's gravitational field, and fly off into the cold, quiet unknown.
Just saying.
[ There's a loud click and whirr, and the unpleasant scratch of sharp metal on glass. ]
Looks like my prototype's done. Happy Valentine's Day to me indeed.
actioning it up yo
so he's just gonna walk in, two fresh hands with plenty of lovely little micro filaments just waiting to be pulled out and made into claws. look at that, he's even holding them by the base so the fingers are splayed out like nice little flowers.
happy valentine's day.]
He struggled a bit, but - well. You can see how far that got him.
action you want its action youll get ;,D
At least knocking presents me with---
[ Oh. You've brought her a present. She's had immense luck with presents lately. After her public display of disgust for Valentine's Day though, this is a little karmic.
Well. It would be, if she believed karma existed. ]
You're being serious, aren't you.
[ Dis face. Forgive her poor gait, she's sort of strapped into a small armpiece, not at all light on the previously damaged hydraulics. ]
I didn't expect such quality results.
FANS SELF
[yes, he considers being given a reason to tear a mech apart good enough cause to actually do it.]
I wouldn't be a very good CMO if I damaged them during the removal! I see I managed to obtain them at the perfect time, too.
[ratchet gestures to the various devices glados is hooked up to.]
suggestive brow waggle
[ She smiles rather widely, a cat who caught the canary. The devices are brought up to be examined quietly. ]
Missing a key component, as well as proper wiring into my nervous systems.
[ She attempts the use of one, shooting a rather sharp appendage into the wall adjacent. ]
Well calibrated though.
no subject
[because he doesn't have the tools to upgrade you, science bro :c
that shot makes him laugh, though.]
How fun! I'm starting to wonder if I should've brought the entire mech back for target practice!
no subject
[ Or so she hopes. She looks rather put out. ]
That's just it; they aren't meant to shoot, the cable just failed.
[ Ugh failing. ]
Much too boring for your tastes, I'm positive. But. There's also a valve in there that's going to fix this awful limp.
I've simply no idea how to repay you.
no subject
Payment can wait. I don't forget when I'm owed!
[SINISTER? NO.]
no subject
I understand completely.
[ Her lackluster sultry tone is contrasted against her near annoyed look at the mention of being owed. ]
Yes. Well. I don't like being indebted.
But. I suppose this one time I won't look the gift horse in the mouth.
no subject
It may turn out that all I need is mutual trust.
[because seriously, he's just waiting for glados to try and murder him.]
no subject
Yes, well.
I'll redirect you to the last mass murder I caused, you can ask the victims of that how that went.
[ Pirouette right off the topic. ]
no subject
[more info MORE INFO also he needs to sit somewhere and get a bucket of energon icecream to munch on while they bitch about people and their gross habit of living.]
no subject
I trust you not to step on me, and you trust me to tell you a completely true story I won't be telling.
[ One proto-glove is lifted off of the floor and set onto a lab table with less than needed amount of grace. She then turns to her lovely new bouquet. One to scrap, one to dissect. Perfect.. ]
Your lifeforms don't have a data transfer protocol, do you.
It'd be awfully innaccurate to tell a story without the proper pictures.
no subject
We're living machines. Of course we do.
no subject
And I'll tell you.
no subject
he's not though, and pops open a panel on his arm.]
Now, now. If you're going to upload a virus and kill me then make sure you at least save the parts.
no subject
No promises.
[ ALL THICK SARCASM YOU CAN CUT THROUGH WITH A CHAINSAW. She pulls a long, extending cable from the back of her neck and offers it to him. ]
Don't say I didn't warn you.
no subject
there it is plugged in
somehow.] I'm sure I've been through much worse than what you have to offer.[if you thought mr johnson was a bad boss..........]
no subject
But afterwards is the swell, feminine chime of 'Of course, Mr. Johnson!'
There's a stoic, scientific man, only briefly, tall and chisled, and seemingly dying. He's stupidly confident, and there is only synthetic admiration for him.
The next visuals are from outer surveillance cameras. Several scientists at once, prodding and poking at the large behemoth, the feeling of barriers being placed---and subsequently broken.
Silent footage shows them all collapsing, struggling for air, until the room is still. A shapely looking head perks up, looking around before the footage cuts out.
Another human stands in the footage, just one, in a red scarf and pencil skirt. The video is dated much, much earlier than the previous entries.
The sensory information cuts out suddenly, all remaining feeling ceasing. ]
And they all lived happily ever after.
no subject
maybe the trust that glados even doing this for him means as well. maybe. not really.]
Fully deserved, I'd say.
no subject
[ She makes do unplugging herself, because let's not leave the lingering image of a lonely chassis in the AI room there for too long. It's not a very nice image. ]
We've come so far since then too.
[ The protoype retches open underneath her fingertips, her eyes scanning the walls in a mechanical fashion for something suitable to drill holes into her new toys.]
There. There's your trust.
no subject
Progress marches on and all that.
[that gets a small grin out of him.] Then you could consider us even.
no subject
[ Ah, this device would work. Still quite large, it'll do just what she wants. The only hurdle now was the bonding agent for the microfilaments, as well as getting her fingers to open the way she wanted. A panel on her left forearm lifts open, and she removes several small devices, one for each finger. ]
Who does the customization on you, I'm curious.
no subject
We can do it ourselves. Or go to a medic slash chop shop! Cybertonian frames are highly customizable.
no subject
If you did, then you get major brownie points for your dexterity. I'll even put it on your file.
no subject
[he lays his hand down near her and activates all the little medical tools he has stored away in it. scalpels, blowtorches, etc.]
These, however. Had to be installed by a third party. They're standard issue for medics.