[VIDEO TRANSMISSION: nexic temple]

[goldblooded]

[A gold robot with a very stylish red mohawk is staring at the screen, foot tapping lightly and obviously displeased. Clearly a new arrival, or this thing has never made itself known before now. It raises a red boxing glove like hand, gears screeching in almost a kind of huff, and carefully fixes the amazing mohawk. Of amazing.

Once it seems satisfied with its mohawk being in perfect condition it points to the glyph on its arm, then gestures at the screen in a "seriously?" and "I'll kill you" motion. There is graffiti on his glorious self.

How dare you. How dare you all.]

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[voice]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[You can't see it, but Ambulon is very intrigued with this robot's strange design. It's not Cybertronian, but it's definitely robotic. HMM.]

Seems we're neighbors, you and I. Where did you come from?

[video]

[goldblooded]

[Who the hell is that? He doesn't know that voice, and humans don't normally talk to boxing bots. They don't even notice that they can think for themselves. But whoever this is might know where Artie is, so he'll answer. Maybe get another fan to stare at him in the process.

Midas does a few punches, posing so that the light hits him just right. It's easy to tell he does this a lot. Then he waves a fist about in a small square. He's a boxing robot. He obviously came from the ring.]

[voice]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[Fascinating!]

Oh, oh. You're like [the sound of snapping fingers] a, uh - a gladiator! Like a gladiator. Only, you seem very different. Not like most Cybertronians I've come across. If you are one, that is.

[video]

[goldblooded]

[Golden king, gladiator themed, sure he's all that and more. He gives a bit of a nod before holding up a fist. Hold it. He has no idea what word was just used, but he's not familiar with it. Midas tilts his head, its very slight, but visible if you look for it. What are you talking about?]

[voice]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[considers his body language a moment] Cybertronian? Ah, that is... Well, they're not too unlike you, I suppose. I'm Cybertronian; take my word on it. Robots; sentient, intelligent, the whole deal. You appear to have the same self-awareness and an array of emotions that would suggest you are sentient and not a drone, though your chassis is... Well, I take it you can't transform into any type of vehicular mode.

[video]

[goldblooded]

[Talking robots? Called Cybertronians? When did they make those? Transforming?

Midas points to the screen, throws a few punches and then shrugs, pistons whirring. So how do they box?]

[audio]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[hums] Fighting, you mean? Oh, we - they - do, or did, a lot of that. So much so, I don't even know where to begin. But let's just say, fighting usually involves loads of weapons, a lot of heavy weight, and extremely toxic grudges, tied up in ribbons of really blurry politics. I'm hoping that you're not the type that fights to kill, though. Because, ah, that would be most unfortunate for all involved, I think.

[video]

[goldblooded]

[Weapons? Weapons aren't a part of boxing. What the heck are these bots doing? Midas simply shrugs at the mention of fight to kill. He just knocks other bots' heads off. The crowd likes it.]