Room 405, Saturday Morning
Joker was blissfully asleep after a long night of partying, and planned to stay asleep for most of the morning and part of the afternoon. That was, unfortunately, not in the cards.
Normal twentieth-century door locks were no match for a child with a built-in three-dimensional scanner and minifac. It only took a few moments to make a key and slip in. Once inside, Shepard did his best to stop giggling, put on a serious expression, and modulated his voice to make it sound more artificial. "PREPARE FOR THE COMING ROBOPOCALYPSE!" he intoned, waving his arms around mechanically. "ALL INFERIOR LIFEFORMS WILL BE TERMINATED OR SUBJUGATED! PREPARE FOR THE COMING ROBOPOCALYPSE!"
Joker jerked awake. There was a gray-skinned thing with glowing eyes in his room, talking about subjugating... "What the shit?!?" he exclaimed. "I mean, what the hell are you, and what the shit?!??!" He groped for his crutches, thinking that maybe he could use them as a weapon, but eventually realized that the thing in his room was child-shaped, and had started laughing at him.
"Sorry, kid, I mean what the crap. Don't say 'shit', it's a bad word."
Shepard straightened his face again, and gave his Dad a Very Serious Look. "Bow to your synthetic overlord, human! This unit's designation is 'Shepard Legion Moreau'. You are tasked with providing this unit with entertainment and sustenance!"
Joker was just completely lost, now. "'Moreau'? What? I mean... I don't... What the shit?!? Oops."
Shepard grinned. "I can't answer your questions, because it might create a temporal paradox. But you can make me breakfast!"
[Open for anyone who wants to drop by.]
Normal twentieth-century door locks were no match for a child with a built-in three-dimensional scanner and minifac. It only took a few moments to make a key and slip in. Once inside, Shepard did his best to stop giggling, put on a serious expression, and modulated his voice to make it sound more artificial. "PREPARE FOR THE COMING ROBOPOCALYPSE!" he intoned, waving his arms around mechanically. "ALL INFERIOR LIFEFORMS WILL BE TERMINATED OR SUBJUGATED! PREPARE FOR THE COMING ROBOPOCALYPSE!"
Joker jerked awake. There was a gray-skinned thing with glowing eyes in his room, talking about subjugating... "What the shit?!?" he exclaimed. "I mean, what the hell are you, and what the shit?!??!" He groped for his crutches, thinking that maybe he could use them as a weapon, but eventually realized that the thing in his room was child-shaped, and had started laughing at him.
"Sorry, kid, I mean what the crap. Don't say 'shit', it's a bad word."
Shepard straightened his face again, and gave his Dad a Very Serious Look. "Bow to your synthetic overlord, human! This unit's designation is 'Shepard Legion Moreau'. You are tasked with providing this unit with entertainment and sustenance!"
Joker was just completely lost, now. "'Moreau'? What? I mean... I don't... What the shit?!? Oops."
Shepard grinned. "I can't answer your questions, because it might create a temporal paradox. But you can make me breakfast!"
[Open for anyone who wants to drop by.]