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[cheerupemoborg]

Five paces forward, then stop.

Yes, Grandmaster.

[The sound of something heavy and mechanical can be heard over the journal today, the source of which is clearly visible to anyone near the courtyard: a very humanoid red, blue, and silver robot. Hank is nearby, observing it quietly.

It does what it's told, walking forward five steps before stopping.]

Were any problems detected?

None, Grandmaster.

Run another diagnostic. I want to be sure. But first, Alpha... what is your creed?

...No ma... No man esca-- escapes escapeszzzzzz--

[The machine's voice quickly devolves into static, as it stands motionless. Hank rubs his temple.]

... great. Oan engineering at it's finest.

Comments

[traken_master]

I believe they are divided on the issue. Some revere him as their creator. Some wish his destruction.

[cheerupemoborg]

That must make things interesting.

So, what do you think?

[traken_master]

It does, though I doubt Davros appreciates it.

Oh, I think you're on the right track, for the most part. You just need stronger protocols and a subset of controlling commands in the core programming.

[cheerupemoborg]

Which side is stronger?

Alright then. I'll have to take another look. Had a chance to speak with the castle yet?

[traken_master]

From what I can tell, it's an even draw, but Davros does still live.

Sadly, the castle is so far ignoring my efforts at communication. I think our plans may need to move forward. I'll make a few more efforts, but I almost think the castle is deliberately ignoring me. Have you had any success in gathering more like minds?

[cheerupemoborg]

I've found enough for now, if that's what you mean.

[traken_master]

That depends on what you mean by for now. Do we have enough people to start implementing our plans?

[cheerupemoborg]

You know, I think we do. Everyone has their role.

[traken_master]

Excellent. We can begin, soon, then.