5th Repair ~ [Dictated]

[inharperwetrust]

Gooooood morning, Paradisa. Your resident mechanical genius Seamus Zelazny Harper, here. Did ya miss me? Of course you did. Stupid question. Now. Some of you'll remember me offering my many different talents in engineering and mechanics. That's still open, and the first one's still free.

Come one, come all. Nothing to big or small!

Also, locking the door was a lame trick, castle. I expected better.

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[Aradia Megido]

Still need me to look over those robots for ya? Sorry, but I kinda got locked away until recently.

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[Mark Hunter/Hard Harry]

Since you're the best to ask, what've I missed the past two weeks, boss?

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[Church

Hey. Sorry I disappeared on ya, there. Your body's ready. That two-week stint let me finish the balancing in one leg, too. I've even got the instruction manual set up.

Comments

[originalcopy]

[Sigh]
An AI?
I'm a ghost not a fuckin' AI... so unless you have one laying around.

[He grumbles, he doesn't need any AI bullshit right now. He's a motherfucking ghost.]

[inharperwetrust]

Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and get in the robot, okay?

[originalcopy]

Fine.

[He grumbles and gets in the robot. It takes a few seconds to settle in and figure out what's going on. Like, what the hell a wake up command is. Then he's looking at the ceiling. He blinks a few times and slowly sits up.]

Woah...

[it does feel a bit weird. With his old body he didn't have to think about what he was doing, it just happened. Everything feels like it's lagging just a bit. Like talking to someone in another language you're not really fluent in, waiting for your brain to translate things.]

[inharperwetrust]

I loaded in a basic translation protocol, it'll help with your matrix synching with the Vedran OS.

[originalcopy]

What?

[grumble grumble] Not an AI.

[He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Pauses and does it again. He can feel it, the texture of the hair with his hand and movement of the hairs themselves. He has hair again.]

Hey, do you have a mirror?

[inharperwetrust]

Over there.

[He glances back.]

The hair's as real as I can make it. Nanobots. If you don't like the colour, I can change it.

[originalcopy]

[He stands up, taking a moment to get his balance, and walks over to the mirror. Each step a little less wobbly than the one before it.]

No, it's fine. It's the same color as when I was alive.

[Church looks at himself, turning his face from side to side. He reaches up to touch his face, as if to make sure it's actually real.]

Holy shit. Holy Fuckin' Shit.... I've got my face back...

[A huge grin spreads across his face]

[inharperwetrust]

I told you I was a genius.

[originalcopy]

Ok, ok.. I'm convinced!

[chuckle]

Harper you are a total fuckin' genius.

[He goes and picks up the manual. Seriously, he wrote a users manual. He can't help but smirk.]

So... just how deep in your debt am I now?

[inharperwetrust]

Don't worry about it, but in the future, you'll receive a call with instructions...

[A pause, then the engineer turns and grins.]

Just kidding. Just don't trash it, okay? Repairs'll cost ya.

[originalcopy]

[he looks confused for a moment. Instructions? Well, crap.]

Very funny smart ass...

Are you serious, you're just giving it to me?

[Have a huge dopy grin, at least until he realizes he's doing it. (his next trick is learning to control his expressions. Something he hasn't had to think about that for a few years.)]

[inharperwetrust]

Like I said. First one's free.

[A pause.]

Just... Really. Don't trash it. It was hard enough scrounging the parts to build it in the first place.

[originalcopy]

Seriously, I'm not going to trash it.

[And this is the part where he's going to go from irate to chagrined.]

...I saved that for my old body.

Could you take a look at it? Maybe put the arm back together...

[inharperwetrust]

Now that I'll have to charge ya for.

[A pause.]

How trashed are we talkin' about here?

[originalcopy]

Honestly... I think the arm got it the worst. It really wanted to rip that fucker right off.

[He remembers being thrashed around by the arm for god knows how long. And being grateful that he couldn't throw up. Fun times Castle... fun times.]

And there's something going on with my back or my neck. Or my back and my neck... it was hard to tell since I couldn't actually see.

The rest is all just dents and shit from being used as a chew toy.

[inharperwetrust]

Okay, get it to me, gimme a week or so and I'll get back to ya with an estimate.

[originalcopy]

Yeah... that's going to be a shit ton of fun. Do you have any idea how heavy that bastard is?

[not to mention finding a way to move it so it doesn't look like he's hauling a mangled corpse around. Sigh]

[inharperwetrust]

Sorry. I don't do a recovery service.

[originalcopy]

Dammit... no one does housecalls anymore.

Fine, I'll figure something out. At least I won't get billed for pick up.

[inharperwetrust]

Sorry, but all my tools are here.

[originalcopy]

pft... likely excuse.

What about that Harper handy thing of yours, I thought that was supposed to be some sort of super-does-everything toy?

[inharperwetrust]

It can't teleport stuff, stupid.

[originalcopy]

...

[Scowl]

You know, for a Genius you can be a real fuckin' idiot sometimes.

Never mind... Give me a couple of days to work something out and I'll bring it down.

[Jeez guy's been trapped in his room for weeks, you'd think he'd appreciate the excuse to get out. Stupid genius.]

[inharperwetrust]

[He knows exactly what you mean, Church.

And he was more frustrated that he couldn't get the materials to continue being a genius.]

Try not to break it any more than it is.

[originalcopy]

Hey, maybe I'll just pack it in a couple of boxes...

[Church leaves and grouches his way down the halls. He almost makes it back to his room too before he realizes he has to turn around. About ten minutes after he left he's back knocking at Harper's door.]

... forgot my book.