You know. [He taps his head.] Robot brains. Hook the right - or wrong - mech into another's processor, and... well. The damage c'n be terrible. Memories deleted or walled off, or if the mech happens t'know what to do with someone's motor control functions...
[Which Barricade personally has a morbid curiosity about he's never acted on.
He was a pilot, after all.]
Not the one here, no. He was smaller and spikier. And silver, with blue optics. [He waves one hand slowly.] Don't be. I don't regret my time with him.
Yes. I forget you're part of a gestalt. Or what we call a gestalt back home. I can't say how it felt f'r them, though; they combine in ways that symbionts and their hosts usually don't.
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[Which Barricade personally has a morbid curiosity about he's never acted on.
He was a pilot, after all.]
Not the one here, no. He was smaller and spikier. And silver, with blue optics. [He waves one hand slowly.] Don't be. I don't regret my time with him.
Yes. I forget you're part of a gestalt. Or what we call a gestalt back home. I can't say how it felt f'r them, though; they combine in ways that symbionts and their hosts usually don't.