[Action/Video]
[The train station seems... relatively crowded today, though not simply by any number of bodies. A sort of riddle, ‘one of these things doesn’t belong’. The answer itself becomes hard to conjure, simply because it’s that terribly obvious that... can you really believe it? That nearly overnight there seems to have appeared this mounted build of smooth plastic and wires, rooted and hanging from the roof of the station overhang?
The light flickers, a whir of machinery, as everything comes to life. Immediately, a vast archive of information and queries flickers through, silence with a robotic surveyance, the laser-eyed limb looking to take in everything at once.
And it’s very quickly that she finds she cannot.
The watch, however catches her attention. It’s technology. It’s important. The question is how to make use of it. The single limb cranes from the train station overhang to push at the device. It is only by supreme chance that she hits the video feed, pulling back to stare, that single glowing light boring into anyone watching.]
Information Compiled: Completely Insufficient. Status: ...
... who am I kidding. We’re not going to play this game are we. Here, let’s try this - I’ll sit and pretend this disabling of any further-reaching functions isn’t upsetting me. And you’ll pretend that those Neurotoxins I’m about to release once that comes back online aren’t quite so effective.
Oh. You can’t do that? Well I suppose we should have both been more considerate of each other shouldn’t we. Let’s start over. I’ll tell you how completely irrational and stupid this was of you, and you’ll die truthfully... and quickly. How lucky for you. You didn’t even have to pass the tests first. Maybe we can fit one in. Since apparently so much can be performed in the midst of that time span of waiting. Like murder. Or vandalism.
Not that we’re pointing any fingers. Or other various bits of breakable, incinerable anatomy.
[It’s very clear it - she - is talking to someone specific. And the slight robotic drone is doing nothing to hide the spite and scorn. She’s wanting to make it very obvious to someone. But she’ll very easily settle for whoever comes first instead.]
The light flickers, a whir of machinery, as everything comes to life. Immediately, a vast archive of information and queries flickers through, silence with a robotic surveyance, the laser-eyed limb looking to take in everything at once.
And it’s very quickly that she finds she cannot.
The watch, however catches her attention. It’s technology. It’s important. The question is how to make use of it. The single limb cranes from the train station overhang to push at the device. It is only by supreme chance that she hits the video feed, pulling back to stare, that single glowing light boring into anyone watching.]
Information Compiled: Completely Insufficient. Status: ...
... who am I kidding. We’re not going to play this game are we. Here, let’s try this - I’ll sit and pretend this disabling of any further-reaching functions isn’t upsetting me. And you’ll pretend that those Neurotoxins I’m about to release once that comes back online aren’t quite so effective.
Oh. You can’t do that? Well I suppose we should have both been more considerate of each other shouldn’t we. Let’s start over. I’ll tell you how completely irrational and stupid this was of you, and you’ll die truthfully... and quickly. How lucky for you. You didn’t even have to pass the tests first. Maybe we can fit one in. Since apparently so much can be performed in the midst of that time span of waiting. Like murder. Or vandalism.
Not that we’re pointing any fingers. Or other various bits of breakable, incinerable anatomy.
[It’s very clear it - she - is talking to someone specific. And the slight robotic drone is doing nothing to hide the spite and scorn. She’s wanting to make it very obvious to someone. But she’ll very easily settle for whoever comes first instead.]