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[thefirststark]

It's been another day, another dollar for Howard.  Or it would be, if he weren't a "Dollar a Year" man in his current role with the SSR.  But figuring out what to do with the only known supply of vibranium is proving to be a big job.  He needs a break.  And has managed find a door into unreality, where he can get good beer and hopefully some

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[yucca_isnt_porn]

The good beer is likely, the conversation might be a bit different, depending on where Howard decides to park himself to drink.

And Mother's just found himself a booth with good lighting while he tinkers away at a little device for a while with a pitcher of beer and nachos for himself.

Whistling 'the world owes me a nickel'.

[thefirststark]

Howard is close enough to see that the man is tinkering with something. Something small. Which makes him curious.

"Hello. Can I ask what you're working on there?"

[yucca_isnt_porn]

"You can ask, doesn't mean I'll be obligued to tell you right off." Mother replies. "But if it keeps your curiosity down, it's a robot arm, for something about the size of a grapefruit."

[thefirststark]

"That's....different?" Pause. "Or are miniature robots common in your day?"

[yucca_isnt_porn]

"...nnnot so much. At least not this kind." He snorts then, eyes squinching up over a fiddly bit of circuit. "They're difficult to make and maintain."

"...when're you from?"

[thefirststark]

"1943. Robots are science fiction to me." The word is still not that well known.

[yucca_isnt_porn]

"...nnnot so much in my time, point of it, there's bigger ones used for building cars these days." Pause. "Gimme a moment to finish this little bit and put it away?"

[thefirststark]

He smiles, and wonders what his dad and friends at Ford would think of that. "Robots instead of people?"

[yucca_isnt_porn]

"Safety regulations...a robot can take getting splashed with hot solder a little better than your squishy human." Mother replies, squinting to apply another line of solder...which predictably smokes and sputters in the wrong spot.

"Horkmarker! ....damnit. This'd be the other reason robots started getting used. They're much more precise at welding and soldering jobs like this."

[thefirststark]

"But they haven't driven out all the workers, right?" It's not that Howard is a big supporter of unions. He just hates the management in Detroit.

[yucca_isnt_porn]

"Nope, still lots of factory jobs..the robots don't run themselves after all." Mother grumbles, putting things away. He knows when to stop at least when it comes to building things.

Any further and he's just going to end up building while drink and pissed.

"...what's your name?"

[thefirststark]

"Howard Stark. And I'm sorry I interrupted." Welding is not the sort of thing that lends itself to conversation.

[yucca_isnt_porn]

"You can just call me 'Mother', it's what my friends do." He replies with a nod. "You want some beer and nachos?"

"....why do I know that last name..."

[thefirststark]

"It's possible, I suppose, that my company thrives into your era." He hopes as much. "Beer and nachos sounds fine.

"Any reason they call you 'Mother,' or is that an embarrassing nickname you can't explain and can't shake."

[yucca_isnt_porn]

"Bit of both, I'm the guy in the group who triple checks everything so in college it started with guys starting most replies with 'Yes, MOTHER'." He shrugs. "Worse ways to come by a bad case of call-name like the Marine said."

[thefirststark]

"What sort of group? Engineering firm?" Howard used to be the trple-checker but got bored with it and now hires people for that. Sometimes.