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[flashdrive]

[Whoa, Rewind, you look like you've seen better days. The feed cuts to the library, with a flash drive huddled up on one of the many seats littered about it. Ambus, his acolyte seems to hover over him, books held in its hand. There's soft coughing coming from the flash drive, attempting to sit up and look at the screen.]

เ ђคשє ร๏๓єtђเภﻮ เ ђคשє t๏ รคא...

[Cough cough. Wow, Rewind, you sound all modulated and awful. Ambus seems to notice, leaning over further as if to mother hen. Rewind, stick to typing.]

[So he will. Fingers reach out to the keys of the link, typing things up as best he can.]


If anyone has a problem with the A.I. members of our community, you're going to answer to me.

I've noticed their treatment over the Link.

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[flashdrive]

You're one of the A.I. right?


I thought you'd enjoy this.

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[badboybikerbot]

Hey, I'm all for people sticking up for us. Appreciate it. Doesn't mean you don't sound like hell, though.

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[flashdrive]

Oh good. Just wanted to make sure there's no mixed signals.


Truth is, though. I can't really move. Even if I wasn't trying to make a point.

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[badboybikerbot]

You know, I get that a lot. Maybe I come off as too aggressive.

Why's that?

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[flashdrive]

Not necessarily a bad thing, yeah? At least people take your word seriously.

For an A.I. here, that's -something-.


[A pause, before one more text.]


It's a long walk, and I can't exactly turn into anything with wheels.

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[badboybikerbot]

I don't really get the A.I. stigma, but I don't really care enough what anyone thinks to get angry about it.

What do you turn into, then?

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[flashdrive]

...You know, that's really admirable. I'm kind of the same way.



I turn into a memory stick.

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[badboybikerbot]

Yeah? I figure there's plenty of more important crap to worry about.

A memory stick. As in

a memory stick.

Never heard that one before.

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[flashdrive]

Yeah, I know. Not the most glamorous thing in the world.


But every shape serves its purpose. I'm just serving mine.

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[badboybikerbot]

Hey, better than nothing. I can't even change forms by myself.

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[flashdrive]

I hate to be nosy but...


What DO you turn into?

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[badboybikerbot]

Giant gun. It's pretty cool, but I need my bike for it. And I can't fire by myself so. Actually I guess it kinda sucks.

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[flashdrive]

A giant gun.

You officially are amazingly cool.


Can I like...see you transform sometime?

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[badboybikerbot]

[oh god no don't stroke hie ego little dude]

Hell yeah you can. Just say when.

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[flashdrive]

[Sorry man, he's got a passion for knowledge.]

I'm good with anytime, bud! I guess not now though, since I'm literally falling apart.

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[badboybikerbot]

[knowledge is power. and so are giant fuckass guns]

Yeah do you like need help with that, because it sounds incredibly inconvenient.

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[flashdrive]

[As long as someone's there to pull the trigger amirite.]

That'd be a pretty big help, buddy.

If you're free, I won't say no.

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[badboybikerbot]

[oh snap i see what you did there]

Sure, I'm free. Just wasting time chatting anyway, might as well do something useful.

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[flashdrive]

Great! I'm in Trion's place.


The Library to be specific. If you see the acolyte hovering over a couch, that'd be me.

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[badboybikerbot]

Gotcha, I'll be there soon.

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[flashdrive]

[He doesn't text anything after that, taking the time to curl back up on the couch and wait. Ambus seems to be hovering over the bot as if he were some kind of parasol, eyes vacant as they always seem to be.

Be careful not to walk on any books.]

[badboybikerbot]

[Before long, Gunmax rolls up in like he owns the place. SURE ENOUGH he spots the acolyte hovering over a couch

god acolytes are creepy somehow

ANYWAY.]

Yo. Did I keep you waitin'?

[flashdrive]

[Ambus is just going to look at you with those soulless eyes. Bet you wanted that thing's attention.]

เ'๓ ђєгє..

[Wow you sound even more awful in person.]

[badboybikerbot]

[no no no it's creepy aaaaugh and HOLY SHIT DUDE. Gunmax ignores Ambus in favor of stating the obvious.]

Geez, you sound horrible.

[flashdrive]

[Ambus wants to be your friiieeennndd.]

tђคภкร.

[However, his hands reach out, a bit shakily as if asking to be picked up. He's about half your size, Gunmax, you can do it!]