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[The first thing Knock Out does after arriving to the medbay is to grab his communicator. It's obvious that he needs some medical help. He looks like he's gone to hell and back, with a nasty wound in his side and most of his finish scratched. He also looks about to go into stasis at any moment and only rage (and probably paranoia) is keeping him awake.]

I seriously wonder what sort of psychological test the Police Force takes before joining because if that's how an agent of the law acts I think we are all screwed.

[Knock Out gives Sentinel a nasty look and then continues.] This pychopath here tried to kill me and...[don't mind that shuffling and abrupt jerking of the video as sentinel grabs the device out of knock out's hands!]

--cannot believe- yeah, no, Knock Out just took a nasty fall because he was speeding in the Junk Pile like a moron. Apparently trying to help mechs you see leaking on the ground counts as attempted murder now?

[He shoots the look back at knock out. screw you, buddy.] Call me a psychopath all you want, I wasn't even anywhere near you when you crashed. Nor does it change the fact I saved your life.

You're welcome, by the way.

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[ whatever helps you sleep at night pookie. ]

Oh I am.

How're the hands?

Yo--

They're fine. Why would they be anything else?

[SWEATS LOUDLY]

I had to ask.

[ OH PLEASE ]

I thought perhaps I'd shop around early for a Christmas present.

Wh-- What do you mean?

[OH GOD DID YOU SEND RATCHET. he is kind of terrified at the idea of being near that ratchet again. he's in jail, right??? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]

[ She won't cop to that; the dude sort of sent himself. As a favor. That she hinted at. ]

I mean all the best supplies are just walking around like it's nothing. Barbaric as it sounds, I like to think that picking off the ones that natural selection would take care of first is like...

Well. I don't want to say mercy. But it's fair.

Paying it forward, they did make a nice set of replacement vertebrae and self defense. Perfectly to scale.

I'd thank you, but I can't find it in my artificial intelligence to do so.

Great, so you can't even do your own dirty work. You needed that idiot who got himself arrested.

[trying to be flippant about it yup yup yup]

Oh, he's still there?

If you'd like to see it that way, fine. I didn't specifically ask for yours, though. I didn't even really ask. It all just sort of fell into my lap. He surprised me with that one.

Which was rather thoughtful of him, to be honest. Given our late banter.

So you're admitting to having a partnership with him? That involved sawing off another mech's hands?

On a public broadcast?

[part of him knows she'll probably shoot him right the hell down but LET HIM HAVE THIS BRIEF MOMENT OF HAPPINESS KNOWING HE MIGHT BE ABLE TO DO SOMETHING]

Do you think I'm an idiot?

No.

Only that I may have been his motivation. I merely ended up with them. Why let them go to waste?

[he does, actually, but that's a horrible maelstrom of his own racism, idiocy and delusions.]

Why did you want someone's hands in the first place? It's not like we're entirely shot for supplies here.

[STUPID MALFUNCTIONING AI]

To create better hands for myself, believe it or not.

You tell me; do I make prosthetics out of junk, or do I make them out of material known previously for doing what it's intended for?

I certainly don't want to make anything that'd break.

[ She preens, and you can hear it; the sound of microfilaments scratching titanium. Picking her new fingers. ]

One of the medics-- sane medics could've built some for you. If you'd asked.

[that sound is making him ANXIOUS and he doesn't know WHY]

Could they? Would they. Really.

Really?

[ SHE DOESN'T BELIEVE YOU. ]

Why gamble with quality assurance? You want something done right, you do it yourself.

I've outsourced before, and let me tell you, my contractors were literally over the moon by the time I was done with their slipshod work.

[ The noise continues. ]

Besides. Making these proves that I can make other things while here. Weapons. Self defense. Children's toys. Testing apparatus. Your loss was everyone's gain, in the long run.

They're medics who have millions of years experience. I'm pretty sure you can't top that.

[only ask the autobot ones, though, he thinks before arriving at the conclusion that he doesn't care if she gets torn to pieces by one of the less sane ones.

she might as well be scratching his nerves, with that noise.] It shows you're a danger.

Medics with millions of years of experience, all I have to go on is your baseless inconsideration and bigotry against AI.

Let me march right on up to one and ask for a spinal replacement, there's an idea.

[ The scratching gets louder, then stops. She resumes her calm, almost mockingly maternal tone. The coldness from the facility back home re-emerges. She's either off the deep end, or she isn't fucking around with sarcasm now. ]

It shows I'm a threat. Which, with all the senseless killing by giants that's happened, is exactly what I want. I'm no longer out of my league, and I'm perfectly fine with that.

It's their job, moron. Go to a mechanic instead if you're that insecure.

[god, every time with ais. we're real people, honest!]

I've yet to see you do anything that isn't try to be clever or have someone else do your dirty work.

Or I could...oh, I don't know. Reference my own build, and do it myself.

In time. In time. Rome wasn't built in a day you know.

[ The scratching begins again, but not because she's picking at the filaments, rather because she's doing maintenance on them entirely. ]

Sure, whatever you say.

[he has no interest in continuing the conversation and cuts the connection, making a note to get surveillance on her after he's done yelling at knock out.]

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