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congrats on ur memory retention

Not that old yet.

I need you for a job. Not the stabbing kind.

For the month of January, I'll be one of your type. Simulacrum. I'm asking you to wrench out as much data from my body as you can. Hard drives, software, operating system. Between you and Robotnik, we've got a few weeks to draft up a comprehensive guide of robot physiology.

u realize all that will tell us is how u specifically work rite?

sims arnt like other monsters where u can go 'oh ur a giant spider now so u likely have this n this n that going on cuz all spiders have that'

but ur os & hardware r probably not gonna b like mine

hell me & harley r crazy similar bots but our os n how we work inside r totally different

only standards r electric system of sum kind & we feed on energy

dont get me wrong im into this idea love the idea of getting my hands up in u! but its not gonna tell us anything new about sims as a whole

just sim u

[ It might not serve his end goal at all, but it's good information to have. ]

Where do simulacrum similarities start and end? Energy and electricity are the only common denominators?

i mean & SUM kind of weak spot

its not always water ive known sum sims who could go swimming if they wanted

hell i knew 1 that was mostly WOOD & had a radio 4 a head

oh & there wuz the 1 with wheels 4 feet

knew 1 that would do wutever anyone told him

give an order he HAD 2 do it it wuz in his programming

knew 1 that couldnt lie

knew 1 that could eat & drink just fine

knew 1 that was mostly made of speakers

theres dozens of ways 2 make a robot & we run the whole friggin spectrum

I get what you're saying. It's more than luck of the draw.

Sims might be among the most diverse monsters I've encountered if what you're saying is true. 'Least Nephilim only come in the form of horns, tails, or both.

Nothing I can do to stop myself from being the 'takes orders' type, then? Not gonna chance a prayer to the Fog God for anything but that.

i got a lot more 2 say about the whole 'taking orders' thing & sum other related shit that can happen but i dont wanna talk about it over txt

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Are you asking me to call you?

....

no im saying im not having this convo over any channel that could b recorded or listened in on

sensitive info is involved

u get me

I do.

Time and place.

[ Not being the most paranoid person in the metaphorical room for once, it's odd. He respects it. ]

meet me @ work in a couple hours

[ When Slade said Jack had free-range over his butcher shop, he meant it. Jack is a big boy. He can handle a chop-and-go on his own. As such, Slade rarely makes visits down to Jack's side of things. Unless he's dropping off bodies or delivering paychecks, Slade stays out of Jack's way.

So Jack may or may not be surprised to find a suit of armor sitting on his chopping station. Beneath the pressed shirt, dark trousers, and overcoat, it's a little hard to tell just how much of Slade has been transformed. There's a shiny, dual-colored 'helmet' where his head would be. Two ribbons flow from the back and rest on his right shoulder. Unlike before, there are no wings, no horns, just black-and-orange all the way down to his exposed hands, which are just as solid and whir where he drums them against the countertop. ]

....Yup, you've gone bot!

[Jack gives him a look up and down, nodding. That is a simulacrum alright, though he hates that word. Kind of a cool look, real sleek. He can dig it.]

So why'd this happen?

Have I?

[ When he speaks, nothing moves. The voice sounds muffled enough, as if speaking from behind the mask. The real source of sound is a bit lower, a voicebox buried behind layers of metal on his neck. His eye glows steadily on standby. ]

Mana deal. Shouldn't last for longer than a month... Too late for takebacks, I'm sure.

[ Leaning forward is easy, and he rests his elbows on his knees as he watches Jack move. There's a mechanical sound with the action. ] What've you got? The thing you couldn't share over the network.

Any particular reason...ya know what, I don't actually care that much!

[He really doesn't. Why not go bot? It's fun!]

But yeah, here's the thing. You probably got some kind of obedience or subservience or Asimov failsafe bullshit somewhere in there. Might not be always active, might need to do something to bring it out, but it's probably there. Me? I got lucky, mine isn't active all the time, it's gotta be turned on.

[And he's not getting into the details, even if he's willing to let Slade know this much. It's not something that happens often, and Jack strives to make sure it doesn't happen more. He'd prefer it never happen, but he hasn't figure out how to change his own programming. Not for lack of trying.]

But hey, plus side buddy! You're strong and got a ton of energy and whatever sex ya have this month is gonna be great!

[ Slade's not above admitting the stupid things he does for dares ( like just all of his time being twenty-two in Vietnam ), but Jack is moving on, and Slade ultimately doesn't care that much either.

So he's got it, too. A universal be-a-good-boy button that seems coded into all simulacrum software. Slade's taking notes — literally, he feels his mental assessment of Jack's words being written onto some... hard drive? Flash drive? Christ, he hires tech people for a reason. ]

When it's turned on, what happens? How do you reroute the failsafe so you aren't someone's lapdog?

[ Talk of sex has him look up, not that he's surprised. This is Jack; it comes with the territory. With his seat on the counter and the fact that he's lost half a foot of Nephilim height, his partner isn't too far off from his eye-level. ]

Jack, I don't have a dick.

[ And how nice it is to say that word! He needs to be more vulgar more often now that he can. ]

Ha! No dick. But seriously, so what, you're a robot. You don't need a dick, I didn't have one for like a month - but it does make some basic stuff way easier.

[They'll get into that later, though.]

Mine's got a timer on it, far as I can tell. It just...goes off. I dunno, it's not like it's happened enough for me to pin much down about it. My concern is just keeping it from happening! I dunno how yours works or what it does, and if you're lucky, you won't ever find out.

[Because it sucks, it sucks so friggin hard! Being inside and knowing you don't wanna do what you're doing but not being able to do anything about it....]

Just be careful my guy.

What is it? What, you just take orders from people for a while? Don't your type always do that?

[ He's going off of pamphlets and personal experience. There's an occasional effort when it comes to not barking orders at Harley ( you know, the way he does EVERYONE else ) because she might actually follow them.

Being listened to, it creates more problems than it solves. ]

No time for careful.

Yeah, I do what I'm told. Exactly what I'm told, immediately, no argument no nothing. And no, we don't! I do what I want! Even my friggin boss doesn't give me orders.

[Because he wasn't that kind of boss, but that's not the point. Jack isn't a follower, hasn't been for almost a decade now.]

Well that's a you problem, buddy, you shoulda asked about all this shit before you bought a month of bot-life!

Spare me the lecture.

[ Is this just going to be how they are? Slade making bad choices and Jack scolding him for it? It put him too closely in mind of someone else for Slade's comfort - not that his faceplate expresses the grimace that he'd like it to. ]

Are you going to operate on me or aren't you?

Why? Friends don't let other friends live down poor choices!

[Jack's eyes flash a little brighter for an instant, his version of a wink. Like he's not gonna give Slade some shit....]

Yeah, yeah, lemme get out my toolkit. And you get out of your clothes, I gotta get a good look at what I'm working with. And since you're apparently as anatomically correct as a fashion doll right now, it's not even weird for me to tell ya to get naked for me!

That's where you're wrong. We aren't friends. [ His voice might be a little flatter, a little more distant than before, but the delivery is the same.

He's up from his seat and shrugging off the layers in no time. For some reason, it's worth mentioning — ] You don't gotta wait 'til I'm a bot to get me out of my pants, Jack.

[ Beneath the coat and shirt, shimmering scales run the length of his chest, wrapping around his upper arms before they fold back into cold, black titanium. The opalescent silver is the only other touch of color to be found on his otherwise slate and orange body. Everything is solid, unlike Jack, who at least is flesh-passing. Nothing about Slade can be mistaken for human.

Without pants, it's just as clear that fashion doll was no exaggeration. ]

What's your asking price for this gig? It doesn't sit within the contract. Hadn't considered a clause for fucking dissection.

Whatever you've gotta tell yourself!

[They're friends. Slade can protest all he wants, but they're buds! Some people are just bad at friendship, but that's okay, Jack can pick up the slack.]

[He rummages around under a counter before coming out with two large leather bags. His on the go kits, so to speak. Considering there's only so many tech experts around, Jack tends to keep tool kits in the places he often is.]

And you say that, but you're really hard to read when it comes to the signals, buddy. Wow, you were not kidding about being dickless. But there's all kinds of ways around that, trust me. I lost mine for like a month but trust me, it didn't do too much damage to my sex life.

[He opens one of the bags and pulls out a screwdriver - always start basic.]

We'll settle up once we're done, dunno how long this'll take or how much effort I'm gonna have to exert. You know where your access panels are? Or do you even have those?

Lost it where? [ Yes, he needs to know the dick story. ]

Depends on what you're accessing.

[ Because he's got panels out the wazoo. A panel on his right arm flips open with a readout of his heart rate, O2, and energy stores before requiring another meal. Beneath the gauntlet of his opposite arm, a panel flips open to read a basic list of tasks and assignments in the form of commands. The text is orange and 'retro' and the command in the PRIORITY spot reads internal order #214 — LISTEN TO JACK. ]

If you're trying to get into what passes for my guts, [ he says once both displays are open for Jack to see, ] they're under here. The scalemail opens. Don't know whose design this is. Doesn't look anything like Ikon's suit.

My old sugar baby stole it.

[Jack is distracted, looking over Slade's...everything. Interesting, pretty easily accessible readout screens.]

Mine unscrews, he was all 'hey, let's have some fun, I'll put on a show if you take it off and lemme have it!' and I, benevolent and horny fool that I am, handed it over. Asshole bolted out the door laughing into the night.

[But hey, it's a fun story, and Jack found his physical form as it ought to be when the fog came back in so it's not like he'd had to go and get it back or anything.]

And yeah, I wanna get a look at your insides. Cuz you're a whole different kind of sim that I've never seen before - which goes for like every one of us, really.

[The vast differences are staggering, as he mentioned to Slade earlier.]

Sleek design though, pretty streamlined exterior. I can dig it.

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