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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 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!]

[badboybikerbot]

[Great Gunmax feels like he's going to break this little dude, but he does indeed pick him up. And then kind of holds him out like one would a wet cat for a moment.

Realizing that's probably rude or. Something. He stops doing that and holds the poor dude a little more securely.]

Right. So.

[Yeah. Totally knows what he's doing, this guy.]

[flashdrive]

[If visors and mouthplates could lineface, they would be. You're acting like he's diseased or some-wait.]

ѕσℓυѕ'ѕ мє∂вαу؟

[He takes this time to snuggle into Gunmax--what can he say? Minibots are tactile. And you're bigger and warm.]

[badboybikerbot]

[dude you are crawling with little robot cooties okay.

doooon't get snuggly you little weirdo it's bad for Gunmax's amazingly badass image. at least he likes to think it's amazingly badass.]

You got it. One medbay, comin' up.

[just gonna eyeball Ambus before making for the exit yeaaaaah]

[flashdrive]

[You're no prize yourself, asshole.

Too bad though, because he's snuggling into you, adjusting so he's lying in the crook of his arms.]

[And as if automatically, Ambus begins to follow.

THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF HIM? THINK AGAIN.]

[badboybikerbot]

[DAMMIT IT'S FOLLOWING.

Once outside Gunmax realizes just how incredibly awkward taking Gunbike could end up being. Especially since Ambus is a stalker.]

Please tell me this thing can turn into something with wheels.

[flashdrive]

[Ambus likes you, Gunmax. His eyes haven't left you since you arrived--although that could be because you're carrying Rewind.

It scuttles along, as dull and lifeless (yet lively) as ever.]

иσт яєαℓℓу..

[How did he even get here then...if he couldn't become something mobile. Walking?]