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]

[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.