Post by Agent Collie on Aug 13, 2013 11:33:23 GMT -5
Ugh, philosophy. Collie's eyes liberally rolled across the skin of his eyelids in a curve and fluttered slightly. The quickest way to put him to sleep was to start talking about intense thinking. Philosophy was for old dudes in Greek dresses. "Emotions aren't errors. Fear heightens adrenaline which helps the fight... that fight thing. Instead of running away." Did she error code whenever she felt an emotion? Like a computer's BSOD? Heh, he'd like to see that. Probably push her over and stick her in a closet.
"Bolivar Trask?" The name was familiar, but he shook his head and held his hand up as soon as the name left his mouth. He didn't want to know. It was no part of his missions and if it was, then he could ask the robot what she knew of him. "You're apology?" This entire meeting was going to be wiped from his mind as quickly as possible with high percentage liquor as soon as he left, but he really should have been keeping up with it while it was happening. "For shutting of Cheryl's powers, right?" There wasn't really anything else that she could be sorry for. Unless she wasn't telling him something; and he was starting to doubt that.
"Yeah, telling people you're only half sorry kinda makes them want to punch you in the dick... or, well, I suppose your face. Since you don't-"[/i] He should shut up now. There was far too much personal experience in that. His hatred for the robot had taken an unexpected halt. A talk with Cheryl would decide if he continued to hate her profusely, to passive-agressively hate her, or to try and make some semblance of peace with her. It could be pretty cool having a robot for an acquaintance... or a friend.
Cybernetic... ROBOT. Was all that he thought. Cyborg sounded cooler though, he had to admit. "Wait, what? You were a human?" Confusion was mingled with hatred. Who the fuck would make a human into a rob- cyborg? Sure, it was kind of cool, but a twelve year old? That was a dick move. "Yeah, yeah. You have metal shit inside you. You were a human?" He waved away the rest of the explaination; he could think on the miniaturized nuclear reaction in her chest when he was trying to go to sleep. And then never sleep again. Not really, he slept soundly with Cheryl on board.
"Bolivar Trask?" The name was familiar, but he shook his head and held his hand up as soon as the name left his mouth. He didn't want to know. It was no part of his missions and if it was, then he could ask the robot what she knew of him. "You're apology?" This entire meeting was going to be wiped from his mind as quickly as possible with high percentage liquor as soon as he left, but he really should have been keeping up with it while it was happening. "For shutting of Cheryl's powers, right?" There wasn't really anything else that she could be sorry for. Unless she wasn't telling him something; and he was starting to doubt that.
"Yeah, telling people you're only half sorry kinda makes them want to punch you in the dick... or, well, I suppose your face. Since you don't-"[/i] He should shut up now. There was far too much personal experience in that. His hatred for the robot had taken an unexpected halt. A talk with Cheryl would decide if he continued to hate her profusely, to passive-agressively hate her, or to try and make some semblance of peace with her. It could be pretty cool having a robot for an acquaintance... or a friend.
Cybernetic... ROBOT. Was all that he thought. Cyborg sounded cooler though, he had to admit. "Wait, what? You were a human?" Confusion was mingled with hatred. Who the fuck would make a human into a rob- cyborg? Sure, it was kind of cool, but a twelve year old? That was a dick move. "Yeah, yeah. You have metal shit inside you. You were a human?" He waved away the rest of the explaination; he could think on the miniaturized nuclear reaction in her chest when he was trying to go to sleep. And then never sleep again. Not really, he slept soundly with Cheryl on board.
