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apocalypsehowcomm2022-07-02 05:56 pm
outofthepast) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-07-02 05:56 pm
NETWORK - Help Wanted/Offered
Who: Nick Valentine
Username: valentine
Warnings: Discussion of robot parts and the repair thereof, robot existentialism + objectification
Hey folks, it's Valentine here. Now that I've had a taste of nitty gritty fieldwork, I think it'd be prudent of me to take a few precautions. I'm looking for a good mechanic. And I'd prefer not to involve ADI at this point, so please don't suggest I just consult with the Technology department. Let's keep this one on one for now.
The parts are proprietary and you won't have seen them before, so I need a quick learner. Advanced experience is a plus, but I've done just fine with regular Joes and Jills up to this point. The absolute most important qualification, though, is that you let me buy you a drink and have a chat with you first. Amateur transhumanism philosophers need not apply, thanks.
I'm willing to either pay or trade what you think is fair. Favors, errands. Maybe I can teach you something.
You know what, let's make that a general offer. Even if you're not a mechanic, I'm happy to teach what skills I can to anybody interested. Want to learn to shoot a gun? Use a computer? Make a theory corkboard? Swing dance? Hit me up and let's make it a date.
Really, I can't stress enough how much extra time I've got on my hands.
Username: valentine
Warnings: Discussion of robot parts and the repair thereof, robot existentialism + objectification
Hey folks, it's Valentine here. Now that I've had a taste of nitty gritty fieldwork, I think it'd be prudent of me to take a few precautions. I'm looking for a good mechanic. And I'd prefer not to involve ADI at this point, so please don't suggest I just consult with the Technology department. Let's keep this one on one for now.
The parts are proprietary and you won't have seen them before, so I need a quick learner. Advanced experience is a plus, but I've done just fine with regular Joes and Jills up to this point. The absolute most important qualification, though, is that you let me buy you a drink and have a chat with you first. Amateur transhumanism philosophers need not apply, thanks.
I'm willing to either pay or trade what you think is fair. Favors, errands. Maybe I can teach you something.
You know what, let's make that a general offer. Even if you're not a mechanic, I'm happy to teach what skills I can to anybody interested. Want to learn to shoot a gun? Use a computer? Make a theory corkboard? Swing dance? Hit me up and let's make it a date.
Really, I can't stress enough how much extra time I've got on my hands.
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I don't intend to need any prodding around upstairs, just to make that clear. Let's just say that coding is... especially delicate and leave it at that. [Thanks, Institute, for that whole prototype thing. Though the sad thing is, on some level that gratitude has to be sincere.]
Don't worry, pal. I'd never take you back home without showing you a good time first.
[As they step beyond the borders of HQ, it happens in a blink. Nick's mechanical true form vanishes like an afterimage and there stands, in the same clothes and smoking the same cigarette, a fully human man.
God, it never ceases to be weird.]
Don't suppose you know anything about how this [a gesture to his current appearance] happens, huh? I guess that's more supernatural than mechanical...
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But it all becomes completely, wildly unnecessary when one second Nick is the synthezoid of Tony's childhood dreams and the next he's just...a dude. Like a whole dude. Flesh and blood and cigarette breath. In his shock upon receiving this sudden revelation Tony totally and completely abandons that 'paying attention to their surroundings' thing, and very nearly runs face-first into the wall of the overpass they're currently walking under. ]
Shit--!
[ Thankfully Tony rights himself before he can eat concrete, and then he quickly whips his head back toward Nick, his expression of shock now laced with indignation. ] Okay, a warning? Would have been nice? Like, 'hey Tony, just so you know, I can spontaneously shift from synthetic to carbon-based in the span of a microsecond'-- and no, I have no idea how that happens, because it's scientifically impossible.
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Sorry, sorry- I thought you knew about this? [Not sure why he thought that... he's not met Tony face to face yet, and especially not face to this face. Maybe Tony just sounded so sure of everything that he assumed he also knew about the human face upgrade Nick never asked for.]
Anyway, this isn't mine. I mean, it's an ADI upgrade, I can't normally just... [A gesture towards his face.] Don't want me freaking people out with my existence away from HQ, apparently.
Don't even think the carbon's real, for that matter. I don't feel any different under this thing.
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[ Tony's tone may be rather dry at the moment, but he's not lying. He's just...tired. Tired of the inexplicable supernatural shit. It was bad enough back home what with all the cataclysmic goings-on, but at least some of it (aliens and multidimensional theory, for instance) could be rationalized with science.
Here in Gloucester? Not so much. ]
Neat party trick, at any rate. And no, I didn't know about it. I may be insanely overqualified for the job, but I'm little more than ADI's code monkey. Not privy to any of the executive decisions, on a person-to-person basis or otherwise. Flattered you think I oughta be, though.
[ Ugh. Can they go back to play-flirting or talking about robot shit? Much better topics of conversation. ]