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[skybot_snd]

Owning Commander Vimes for a day wasn’t something he’d actually planned on. It’d just sort of happened. He was certain there was a reason he'd bid one hundred hours on him (it didn't sound that radical until one considered that they were hours paid in excruciating paperwork) - a good reason. But as things stood, the T-1000 had no idea what to

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[sir_samuel]

Vimes really wasn't sure how he felt about this. He still remembered the business with the moving pictures and the holy wood and everything going wahooni-shaped. Sure, there weren't any dungeon dimensions here, but he figured that didn't mean he had to go invoking the wrath of the whatever that... did wrathful things.

Sum total, he stayed away from the projector when he could help it.

But Austin had insisted, and as he understood things, Austin got to decide. Bloody auction. Bloody winnings. Sybil had insisted, said it was 'for charity' and all that, but he wasn't sure what was so damned charitable about all this.

He slouched in the rec room's doorway and scowled at Austin's back. "Yeah, they had 'em once. But then the world almost ended."

[skybot_snd]

"Really? Cool."

No, that was the wrong response. Probably. Near-apocalyptic events were undesirable, disruptive of the peace, and traumatic for the parties involved. Definitely not cool.

At least, humans seemed to think so.

To the T-1000, it all sounded pretty exciting. It wasn't as if the world had actually ended. From what he'd heard, the Disc was highly resilient to that sort of thing.

He picked a reel to start with, easily loading it into the projector and glancing back to the Commander.

"I mean, how? Were there any killer golems involved?" he raised a hopeful eyebrow.

[sir_samuel]

"No," Vimes answered slowly. "There were no killer golems involved."

"But a giant woman came out of a moving picture and attacked Ankh-Morpork." By Vimes' account, this was all the explanation necessary. "Which isn't very cool when it's happening, let me tell you."

Still watching the projector screen suspiciously - with Austin choosing the movies, who knew what could come out of the thing - he came into the room and sat on the couch.

[skybot_snd]

While the lack of killer golems was disappointing, the description was otherwise sufficiently attention grabbing, like most Disc-based occurrences. The T-1000 managed to stifle his initial 'was she hot?' response; turning human had obviously rearranged his priorities somewhat.

People, giant or normal-sized, rarely walked out of movies. He considered telling the Commander that in order to reassure him of the projector's safety, but then he recalled his own point of origin.

Maybe he was right in being paranoid.

He started the reel and joined the Commander on the couch. On the screen, the image of a police badge was replaced by a sniper rifle, and a woman was shot inside a swimming pool. It was a promising start.

"I kind of served in almost world ending capacity, myself."