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[thedifferencebetween]

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[ikonsuit]

[ He's not a Taylor Swift fan — by extension; she was after his time, and Rose's goth phases never dipped into Taylor Swift territory — but that doesn't sound like the thing to say to a T-Swizzle loving diva who's five seconds away from having a screwdriver in your chest. ]

You got... [ Time for an old man to rack his brain for post-80s music. ] Lady Gaga?

Disclaimer's fine, but you can't shake me, Jack. Take notes and try not to fuck anything up.

[thedifferencebetween]

I got Gaga! And don't say that till you've had the actual physical experience of someone messing with your bits.

[It's a whole different ballgame. But Jack puts on Bad Romance and nods to himself before getting to work. First things first, a sample of that fluid that Slade's got running through him!]

But do me a favor and keep up the convo while I'm doing this. That way I'll know immediately if I do something that fucks with you super bad! Cuz I might fuck you up, I dunno what the hell kinda bot you are or how you work. Here we go!

[With no other warning, he plunges the syringe into Slade's synthetic tube-veins to extract some liquid.]

[ikonsuit]

Not my first rodeo.

[ Slade wasn't planning on sharing just how familiar he is with strange experimentation, but Jack asks him to keep a conversation going, and that's not something he can say no to. Literally. If Jack checks, Slade's latest directive says as much, TALK TO JACK. ]

Took up with the Armed Forces before I learned to sign my name in cursive. I was good. They fast-tracked me to a beta-tested super-soldier program— [ Oh, that's a needle in his tit, all right. The liquid flows with a viscosity similar to water. It's not like his face can move in a way indicative of a wince, but there's a chance he wouldn't flinch even if this wasn't the case. He broke his own arm, once, to escape from a trap. He's fine. ]

Strapped to a table for days. Pumped full of chemicals. Think I died once or twice, if I recall correctly.

[thedifferencebetween]

Yeah but that was with a human's capacity for pain.

[Still, impressive, and worth making a note of. Definitely good info to have on the guy.]

Which is pretty damn finite, actually! Like me. I can take a beating, I'm pretty tough, and I come from a place where human life has literally no value. None. Like...negative value, basically. Everybody's always killing everybody cuz there's no laws against it in most places. And I had the particular luxury of growing up during a double military occupation! Two corporations were fighting for my planet, and fuck any civilians just trying to live their lives....Not that there was much life to live on Tantalus.

[Jack transfers the sample and seals it, setting it aside for the moment.]

But depending on your processor and how your body transmits info, you might feel shit you've never imagined a system can feel! On the other hand, it goes both ways. Awesome stuff can feel extra awesome - sim on sim sex is the best friggin sex I've had! Okay, keep talking, we're gonna interrupt this liquid flow here and see what happens!

[No fancy tools, he just reaches in to squeeze shut the most important looking tube. Science!]