re_alignment | [Video] That's what bein' friends is about!

[The feed clicks on to show our favourite ninja girl (or not, depending on if you actually talked to her or not) trying to adjust her Link against the wall of her room. She still hasn't quite furnished the place yet, but she's trying. There's a bunch of paintbrushes in the corner in what can only assume to be for future use, and a few other knick-nacks she seems to have picked up along the way. But enough about that. After the link slid down to the floor a couple of times, she manages to get it propped upright so she can sit a little ways away from it, a notebook propped up in her lap.]

Hi everyone! Everybot? Whatever you guys call yourselves. I'm not picky!

I just had this great idea... we're making a lot of friends here, aren't we...I know I am... so I thought we should keep track of all the things we promise to do with each other! I've got a notebook here specifically for promises, you know, so if you have one, just let me know, kay?

Not that you have to...

[She pauses for a second, tapping the pen to her chin. There was something else she wanted to ask too...]

Oh yeah! All you teenage girls out there! Holla at me! I got a proposition for you guys!

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I've been finding a little bit...it's not exactly the best stuff, but thanks to Soundwave and everyone there's enough to eat on at least! Do you eat gasoline?

[But she's not going to shrug off that last part that easily.]

But I want to. Do you like presents?

Soundwave helps you, too? [He pauses.] I use gasoline, yes.

I... don't know. I've never been given any.

Sounders is one of my best friends here! What does gasoline taste like? I thought about it once but Mr. Edgeworth said that was dumb.

[Never gotten a present? She must remedy this.]

I'll be the first then.

Sounders? [what are nicknames.] Taste? Why would I know how it tastes...?

[Kay did no one ever tell you how the BPs refueled before Gunmax Happened?]

You don't have to do that.

Don't you...drink it? It has to have a taste...

Do robots taste anything?

[DECKERD LEFT THAT DETAIL OUT.]

Drink... it?

[He just sounds mystified. Can they even do that?]

...Mister Kagerou...

Where does it go in.

[She knows it's going to be weird but she just HAS to know.]

In the hatch. Down in front of the hip joints.

[aka: ROBOT CROTCH.]

...

EWWWWWWW. Mister Kagerou that's not good for you! Stop that. Right now.

... What?

But that's... that's where it's supposed to go!

No. Bad. You are going to drink it like a big boy.

Through the mouth.

Not your pants.

-- What?

I don't understand. That's just where it goes. I can't drink it.

[... can he?]

Why not? Everyone else can!

Why are you the the only one who can't?

I'm not like them!

[But he does wonder... does she mean the other BP models, or...?]

But...you look like them! Kinda. You look more like Deckerd than anyone.

... we come from the same place.

But we aren't anything alike.

[Not as far as he's concerned, anyway. He's not part of their team. He wasn't meant to be.]

But you...aren't? How?

We were created for different purposes. I'm a prototype. Meant to be replaced.

[Even though he'd decided to change that, in the end.]

... He's not like that. None of them are.

Nuh uh. That's a lie.

[Don't you start with that, mister.]

No one should be replaced, ever.

No, it isn't. I was built so they could create a better version, to train him, to test him. And when that was done...

... there was no need for me.

That's terrible! You should have been left to be your own person! ...Robot. Whatever.

You better not actually believe that.

It wasn't so bad. I liked it.

[Up until the end, anyway.]

No, I don't... I like being able to live. To live as 'I see fit'. I don't want to die, if that's what concerns you.

[Her voice softens, glad to hear he's at least wanting to be free.]

Good. I don't want you to die either. We're friends, after all.

[There's... a long silence.]

[He's a bit taken aback by that. From someone who's only known one friend his entire life... someone saying that seemingly out of nowhere is a shock.]

We... are?

[Her voice is soft and gentle when it replies. Obviously this guy is just new to having friends.]

Yeah, even if you do put oil in your pants.

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