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[skidrowseymour]

[OOM: Seymour comes to a realization.Seymour comes downstairs. He's showered, shaved, and put on clean clothes - a bright orange jacket, scarf and a baseball cap. He's still wearing horn-rimmed glasses with one cracked lens

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[prob_japanese]

Sure! How does Seymour feel about little (we're looking at five feet tall here, maybe five foot two tops) yellow robots?

[skidrowseymour]

Seymour puts his camera down and blinks at Bumblebee. Then he peers at the photo he just took once it comes out, trusting the machine over his own eyes.

One of the downsides of not being in the main part of Milliways is that you forget about the sheer different types of beings in this place.

[prob_japanese]

Bumblebee had just been poking at a human-sized book that somebody left lying around; he doesn't get to read books often. E-books, yeah, but paper books? The fingers don't really work with paper very well. He happens to glance up in the human's direction, and waves.

[skidrowseymour]

Slowly, Seymour waves back. Then glances at the photo again.

All of Seymour's sci-fi knowledge is screaming that robots tend to be about going on rampages - if they're not destroying the world, they're at least turning against their creators.

Or falling in love with them like that episode of the Twilight Zone, but that's an entirely different type of robot.

At least, Seymour reassures himself, this robot can't go on any rampages here.