08 // [Video/Text]

[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.

Comments

[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?]

[badboybikerbot]

[GOD Ambus it's not like Gunmax is going to drop him or something

on purpose]

Right. Guess we're walking, then. Which way's the medbay from here?

[flashdrive]

[Haiiiii budddyyyyyyy]

ѕσℓυѕ ιѕ...иσятн σf нєяє.

[Direction is lost on the minibot, but he'll point SOMEWHERE at least. Who knows how true it is.]

иσт νєяу fαя.

[badboybikerbot]

Rrrright.

[NORTH IT IS. Or at least what might be north.

On the plus side at least gunmax walks pretty fast.]

[flashdrive]

[We'll just hope for the best that you know your directions.]

ѕσ уσυ'яє αи α.ι.؟ ι gσт тнαт яιgнт؟

[badboybikerbot]

[i mean what kind of shitty robot isn't build with a GPS let's be real]

Yeah, that's right. Nothin' too fancy.

[flashdrive]

[You need satellites for that you dork.]

ι тнιик ιт ιѕ.

[There's a cough, unable to speak anymore on it--but making a mental note to have the conversation with him later. His head nuzzles into that chestplate, obviously getting a little drowsy.]

∂σи'т υи∂єяѕєℓℓ уσυяѕєℓf.

[badboybikerbot]

[WHAT A SHITTY PLANET THIS IS]

Ah don't worry about that. I know I'm awesome.

[Still, it is refreshing to meet someone who doesn't think he's just a microwave or something. What a bro. A tiny bro.]

Anyway, just take it easy.