Hhh. My sister's kind of an idiot. She thinks she can talk smack about anyone or anything without getting into trouble. Guess who has to intervene to keep her from getting her legs broken? Yeah.
I dunno. I guess she can't help it. She's always talking. Always talking. Nobody has to be even in the room and she'll be going on and on...I'm kind of amazed she hasn't already been axed for all the crap she gets away with, too. I read her employment manual and I can counnnt...like seven regulation violations in her room alone.
She's always been like that, though. If she doesn't get her way, she becomes the biggest pain in the ass ever. Her begging for things in that weird cutesy way is bad enough, but then she just starts yelling. Fleck. I should be deaf by now. Most of the time I let her have her way--it's her ship, whatever. But then she has to go and do dumb stuff like adopting an illegal piece of hardware. I can't tell you how many times I've told her that's going to get her sent to prison forever, but, typical Neen. She doesn't care. Hff.
I gotta look out for her, though. If I don't, nobody else will. And the whole sister thing, so...it's not like I really have much of a choice.
So if Neen's going to keep the walking toaster, I'm keeping the dragon. I'm keeping the talking dragon. I have a dragon that talks and nobody else does. Dragons are cooler than robots, so I win that.
I know cats have been extinct for like...ever, but I think this is what having a cat is like. If cats talked and were actually awesome and not the plagues that they were. He scratched the hell out of me for a while, and I was almost like okay, forget it. But you can't let something like that go so easily. And he warmed up eventually and now the only scratches I get are when he tries to climb up when I don't have sleeves or something.
It's pretty funny to watch Neen freak out after he's eaten something. Like a dragon's going to use a fork, c'mon.
He fits into my pocket pretty easy, so I don't have to worry too much about him being exposed. So that's cool. If we hit a megapolis port, though...I dunno. Do they register dragons as class-pet? They should. I've seen some of the crap that gets walked around on a leash.
So Bernie's mine until we find whatever planet he got yoinked off of. If we find it. I dunno. There's not a whole lot to go on, there. I haven't seen a starmap with something like here be dragons, so...
Toaster on steroids. Stupid steroids. Stupid that radiates and affects the first person it makes contact with-- my sister.
Robots are illegal. There's books upon books as to why, but mostly I remember hearing it's because they can revolt? And...so we have on on the ship. Okay. This makes a whole lot of sense.
It doesn't do a whole friggin lot, either. I've seen it like...push a box? Once? What is she even keeping it for? Equipment has to have a function, not just be there. And, look. Every clearance check we go through bugs out with that thing. That's not normal. It's going to get us into some serious trouble.
I'm still trying to find something that can tell me how to override Neen's command status in its programming. Once I do that, I can just tell it to leave us alone and, boop. There we go.
Hhh. My sister's kind of an idiot. She thinks she can talk smack about anyone or anything without getting into trouble. Guess who has to intervene to keep her from getting her legs broken? Yeah.
I dunno. I guess she can't help it. She's always talking. Always talking. Nobody has to be even in the room and she'll be going on and on...I'm kind of amazed she hasn't already been axed for all the crap she gets away with, too. I read her employment manual and I can counnnt...like seven regulation violations in her room alone.
She's always been like that, though. If she doesn't get her way, she becomes the biggest pain in the ass ever. Her begging for things in that weird cutesy way is bad enough, but then she just starts yelling. Fleck. I should be deaf by now. Most of the time I let her have her way--it's her ship, whatever. But then she has to go and do dumb stuff like adopting an illegal piece of hardware. I can't tell you how many times I've told her that's going to get her sent to prison forever, but, typical Neen. She doesn't care. Hff.
I gotta look out for her, though. If I don't, nobody else will. And the whole sister thing, so...it's not like I really have much of a choice.
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So if Neen's going to keep the walking toaster, I'm keeping the dragon. I'm keeping the talking dragon. I have a dragon that talks and nobody else does. Dragons are cooler than robots, so I win that.
I know cats have been extinct for like...ever, but I think this is what having a cat is like. If cats talked and were actually awesome and not the plagues that they were. He scratched the hell out of me for a while, and I was almost like okay, forget it. But you can't let something like that go so easily. And he warmed up eventually and now the only scratches I get are when he tries to climb up when I don't have sleeves or something.
It's pretty funny to watch Neen freak out after he's eaten something. Like a dragon's going to use a fork, c'mon.
He fits into my pocket pretty easy, so I don't have to worry too much about him being exposed. So that's cool. If we hit a megapolis port, though...I dunno. Do they register dragons as class-pet? They should. I've seen some of the crap that gets walked around on a leash.
So Bernie's mine until we find whatever planet he got yoinked off of. If we find it. I dunno. There's not a whole lot to go on, there. I haven't seen a starmap with something like here be dragons, so...
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Toaster on steroids. Stupid steroids. Stupid that radiates and affects the first person it makes contact with-- my sister.
Robots are illegal. There's books upon books as to why, but mostly I remember hearing it's because they can revolt? And...so we have on on the ship. Okay. This makes a whole lot of sense.
It doesn't do a whole friggin lot, either. I've seen it like...push a box? Once? What is she even keeping it for? Equipment has to have a function, not just be there. And, look. Every clearance check we go through bugs out with that thing. That's not normal. It's going to get us into some serious trouble.
I'm still trying to find something that can tell me how to override Neen's command status in its programming. Once I do that, I can just tell it to leave us alone and, boop. There we go.
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