I apologize for my... Outburst, earlier this week. I am currently on my way back to the safe house an -
Why are you wasting your precious time with these walking bags of flesh? We are brothers, you and I! Together we can overthrow these idiotic mammals who think themselves superior!
... Apologies, again. No matter how many times I rewrite the coding
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Oh my god, shut up you stupid little fuckwitted phone- [There's a shrill beeping noise as he jams at the keys some. Your son sucks at technology, Vizh.] Uhm. Your 'berry is being a dick, man.
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I will help when when the User ceases trying to reprogram me. It is an annoyance that words cannot describe.
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He's murderous! Psychotic! He's been snapping off my arms and legs for fun! I can't escape him, he's too fast and he threatens to blow up my motherboard, my motherboard_
I swear to god, phone thinger, if you don't cut it out, I will pop your keys like fucking popcorn-
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(Dadbot can sense when arguing is useless. He's not happy he's mad Tommy mad, but he's frustrated that Tommy doesn't seem to understand why he did what he did.)
Perhaps if you paid more attention to the training modifications that I had sent for download, you would not be in this situation.
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[Yeah, he bashed it against a rock. The audio sounds a little staticky.] Outside the base. [It isn't quite that he doesn't understand, he does... But some part of him had thought Vision wasn't coming back. He's still trying to compartmentalize and push everything down. All these feelings, bah.]
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YOU INSUFFERABLE DADDY'S BOY-
Time to play operation, motherfucker-
[The feed cuts. Vision will probably find Tommy sitting outside the farmhouse that serves as base, trying to take his 'berry apart. It's very heavily duct taped.]
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[Thomas?]
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Hey dad.
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[Yep. 'Berry bit him again. Tommy is retaliating by snapping off its limbs again.]
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(Vision holds out his hand waiting for the phone.)
[Are you sure you are okay? If you need to talk about it, I am glad to listen.]
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...Nothin' to talk about. What about you? I mean. Are you... Are things-... [Are you okay, he wants to ask. But he just shrugs and draws his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on them.]
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(Vision focuses on the 'berry, snapping its back open and rearranging the wires.)
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...What if you don't, though? [His head tilts down a little, wind-tunnel white hair falling over his eyes; his next words are mumbled and thoughtful, as if he's more talking to himself.] She could have stayed quiet. Billy and I didn't... wanna say anything about... all that. Then again, I guess we don't even really remember that life, except in dreams. Doesn't matter to us as much cause...
We're here now.
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