0042B works diligently as the smell of vermin repellent wafts from its back.
-Task completion eminent-
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-Observation- Showboating, unproductive. Get to safety instead of trying to show off combat prowess. You are placing yourself and my baby at risk with your recklessness. Respect for selfish human dropping... 0.23%. Byron's golem set about its task undaunted and ready to clean the entire room regardless.of who was left in it.
0042B, turned with lightning speed, getting to work on the trap.
"-Program initiated- Stay at your own risk -designation- Orcen. We were all made clear of the rules, prior knowledge to prevent errors. This must be an assumed outcome for invaders."
Byron groaned. He didn't like being called the blood thirsty one. He didn't tend to be paranoid but this was so obvious. 0042B walked with Orcen, quitly stating "-Mission Parameter- We are to go to our designated area to recover artifacts, we were to not interfere with another team, we were the only ones who were supposed to have access." 0042B stops as soon it gets past the pressure plate."-Statement-If they are a threat I will set off this trap immediately, with you in it or not. I will not let that danger near my baby.
0024B pulls the small object from its shoulder. "-Observation- We should avoid getting hurt. -Injury assessment- Flesh wound." 0042B releases a clasp and part of the frontal compartment of its chest comes open, revealing an assortment of tools. "-query- What need dismantling?"
0042B leaned down like it were whispering in Byron's ear, but at full volume stated: "-Warning- Foolishness impending. -Overbearing at 40%- That woman doesn't care for you, nor for anyone else here. Caution is advised. Probability of betrayal 40% - Probability of broken heart 99.564%"
-Response- It feels like love. -Elaboration- Love; simple connection of nuron interfaces and dopomene repsponses triggered by neuroendocrine transmitter in the catecholamine and phenethylamine families. On the cellular level absorbed by cells, thereby helping in the proliferation of new cells that it can be more easily absorbed by. The robot stopped, examined everyone's faces for a moment.
Obviously loosing the listeners to the insane string of jargon that by all rights 0042B' itself didn't really understand. -facial recognition complete- Confusion detected. -Rearranging data- Love is relative to user, due to both biological response and individual analysis. Only 3 things can be said empirically. Love is subjective, Love is paramount to those that have it, and love is preferable to no love.
-soliloquy- Though no empirical evidence exists, I love my boy. -Tangent- Love seems spread without diminishing, creating more does not require the diminishing of the fuel, thus defying the laws of thermodynamics. -/End Monologue- 0042B stepped back, slouching down, and then became utterly still like a puppet who was hung up to wait for the next performance.
0042B snatched Byron's crossbow out from his pouch with incredible speed. Before Byron could respond the clockwork parent already had the crossbow unfolded and was examining it.
0042B's figures go to work. The ends of fingers act like tools and joins bend whatever way they need to for the quickest motion. Before Byron can go to grab for it the crossbow lays in a pile on the ground disassembled. "-gloat- See? We have many talents."
0042B, snatched Byron's crossbow out from his pouch with incredible speed. Before Byron could respond the clockwork parent already had the crossbow unfolded and was examining it.
0042B's figures go to work. The ends of fingers act like tools and joins bend whatever way they need to for the quickest motion. Before Byron can go to grab for it the crossbow lays in a pile on the ground disassembled. "-gloat- See? We have many talents."
The mechanical humanoid grabbed Byron by his wrist pulling him up. If he had been a humans height then it would have simply raised his hand, but at a gnomes height it left him dangling off the ground. "-Announcement- this is my boy Byron. He is clever and talented -exclamation-" The robot said in a monotone, with body language in mock excitement. "-Listing Positive Qualities-
Excited to hear the results
-proclamation- How dare you dirty beats try and lay a hand on my baby. -Side Note- The rat is also problematic.
The mechanical man makes its way to the bar as soon as the half-orc walks away. It's inhumanly lanky arms reaching past the patrons to place a few gold coins on the table. "-Statment- The half-orc pays for nothing tonight."
The golem waited in silence, stiff as a board. amongst a crowd gathered on the other side of the bar.
It manage to maintain clear sight over the throng of people milling about the bar.
-Query- Are you sure you are ready for such a project baby? -Dismay- I don't know if this is quite the right fit for you -Project Failure 70% likely-
The golem stood alert. Not moving an inch until Byron said bastards As Byron turned around to address the group, the golems head spun up. Red lights twirled and then came beeping. "-WARNING!- FoulMouth detected! -punishment initiated-" The golem grabbed Byron by the arm and cleanly lifted him off his feat with incredible force. The golems other arm swung around. Revealing a hand that looked like it was made of many tools and sharp objects. The objects shifted around in a blur. Byron's face turned pale. Given enough time he might have also produced a scream. Blades and edges shift until finally what the golem produced was a simple rounded edge facsimile of a hand. Which swiftly slapped across Byrons own hand.
"-Finalizing Punishment- Did you learn your lesson? -Lie- That hurt me more then it hurt you."
The golem grabbed Byron's coat grinding his movement to a halt. "-Maxim- If you havent anything good to think then don't think anything at all.
"-Surprise- A night out on the town? -Exclamation point- And I get to dress up for it? -Indulgence- I must put on my face." The golem began literally adding to his own face. Moving pieces around and adding bits from other places to his cheeks. By the end it had a face that was no longer recognizable as a cobalt but not similar to anything else ether. It wrapped itself in a coat Byron fetched for it. Covering up most of its body. "-Declaration- Now Byron, hold mommies hand -Insistence 20%-"
"-Information- Story -Category- Bed time... Calibrating whimsey to %15. The golem brought its hands up as if it were holding a book. "Long carbon chains form the base-" The robot began as it went into a rather long, but all be it whimsical, explanation of this history of several diseases in cattle.
"-Observation- You are disappointed -Consolation- You will get it next time -Term of Affection- Honey" Said the robot patting Byron on the shoulder exactly three times with clockwork precision. "-Designation- Mother will make everything all right."
"Designation Mother Accepted" The golem spit out mechanically. "Initiating mother protocols... -Error-... no such protocols." He turned his head deliberately at Byron "-Query- Protocol request for -Motherly Love- program requested" |