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::Curious but kind of wary at the same time, the anomaly gives a sniff, then crawls back a foot or two. Big ears flick upward. Please don't laugh ~~too hard~~ at the English::

Hell-loww.

[Okay, this thing - in some ways, anyway - is pretty close to tribble-cute. Just... vocal-tribble cute.] Uh. Hey there. Mind if I ask why you were sniffing me?

::Chirp. The big ears give a forward-then-backward twitch. The big eyes?....don't do much other than change colour every few seconds::

Fin-d wha-t yeu is.

::Trill::

[The ears were too cute. His little sister - maybe even his big sister - would've aww'd over them. Andrew just smiled.] Then I'm sorry, but my smell isn't really gonna tell you what I am. I'm an AI.

A...wha-t?

::Blink. The ears go twitching a bit more madly now as a webbed hand/paw comes up to skritch at his head. Puzzled critter is puzzled. Hence then, the forward-crawl and...pleae don't kick 'im for running into you::

[Andrew isn't the kicking type. Nah, he's generally a nice guy to a fault. Instead, he carefully reached down to make sure the little guy didn't fall over.] An AI. Artificial intelligence. Computer, in a human body.

::No falling over. Just...running into things. Happens when one can't see a whit. Chirp...Sniff. Bit of a lick with the tri-forked, snakey-type tongue::

Eee....Rrrrow-bot?

[He chuckled good-naturedly. Even with the snakey-type tongue, this little guy didn't seem to mean harm. And that was good enough for me.] No, I'm organic. ...Uh, biological. Either one.

So...Eee..

::Chirp. Sniff, sniff, snuffle, sniff...And the occasional nosing. Perhaps a finger giving gentle pokes at about foot to ankle level::

Arrrrt-Fish. Is ah-live? ::Blink. Squeak:: If yeu is Fish, whe-rrre be Fish?

::Oh, yeah. He can butcher words quite expertly!::

Fish? I'm n-- Ohhh. [It took him a second to get that one, but hey, he got it.] Artificial. It means... not-grown. Like a building is artificial, while a tree is organic or biological.

So...Haow yeu ma-ke Arrrt-Fish a-live?

::As amazingly, stupidly odd as it sounds, this oddity's encountered medieval knights wielding Jedi light sabers, time lords, time-crossed mariners, and any number of odd things. But technologically speaking? ...Robots and AI's are not in his repetoire of understanding.
Thus, his eyes and skin give off flashes of colour, coordinating with emotion. Curiosity, wonder, puzzlement::

[And that sight was amazing. One he'd never forget. Except for that part where he never forgot anything, so maybe it was more fair to say that he'd be sure to tell people about this because of how neat it was to see. But that question made him want to say 'A wizard did it', because that was a lot easier than the real answer.] My race found a way to... to change shapes. From the robots we started out as to human. And I was born this way. So I ended up an organic computer.

So, yeu is....Yeu is Ah-live. Ahn-d yeu is...Big Smarrrt, li-ke Big Nurrrrd?

::Mind, "Nerd" to him, is a good thing, meaning exceedingly smart. Chittering, the oddity sits back on its...rather disproportionately large feet. Digitigrade walker? Oh, yes, very::

[Either way, it got an easy laugh out of Andrew. He could deal with being called a nerd, for all he'd been called a jock all through high school. Sure, one extreme could go to another.] Sure, why not. I've been doing enough reading lately to qualify for nerd status.

Hee. Rrrr-enne trrry leahrrrrn, be Nurrrrd too! Do yeu eat? Who yeu is?

::Oh, ah, did we forget to warn of the insatiable curiosity? Slew of questions?::

Yeah, I eat. I've got a thing for cheeseburgers. And my name's Andrew Martin. You can just call me Andrew - I bet that's easier for you.

[A lot of things could be forgiven if you were cute, and insatiable curiosity was one of them.]

Ahn-Doo. Eee! Rrrr-enne do coo-k. Bee tee-ch Rrrr-enne wha-t Chee-burrrg is!

::Uh oh. Excited a bit? Oh, yes. Having worked as a cook for...a really long time, the little beastie fairly umps at any chance to feed someone.::

Cheeseburgers are a really good idea. They're almost always a really good idea. When they're thick and juicy with bacon? Might as well be heaven. [If Andrew's racial history was known, it probably wouldn't be all that surprising that he thrived on drive-through food. After all, when your race is full of cars, it's just natural.]

Eeee. Rrrr-enne ma-ke if yeu wahn-t?

::Squeak-chirp. The flashes of colour on his skin and through his swirling eyes go a little bit brighter. Happy. A little bit rambunctious and perhaps just a touch of 'impish'::

Well, I'm not really hungry right now -- but is that your name? Ren? [It sounded like Ren. Maybe it was something else. English obviously wasn't native to this little dude's tongue.]

Eee. Eey-ess, Is Rrr-enne.

::Pronounced like "Ren", spelled....differently. But it's his name, so::

Who yeu is?

[Had it forgotten already? Oh well, no big deal. He could introduce himself again.] Andrew. Can you tell me what you are? I've never seen anybody like you before.

Eee. Hell-loww, Ahn-Doo-Doo.

::Chirp. As for what this oddity is? All it can do is Transcend -- essentially allowing its solid tangibility to dissipate entirely into a kind of colour-changing, swirling nimbus of heat and...pure, living emotion. Something many Multiverses cry as impossible but something that exists.::

[And that is something more than worth a wow. Andrew watched with a silent appreciation as he saw -- well, honestly, it looked a little bit like that in-between stage that his dad and mom took between forms. That formless nothing that terrified people sometimes. But he was thankfully used to it.]

...Now that's a hell of a thing.

::Only when he's back into Solidity does the oddity give any reply. It's a bit odd to communicate when fully Transcended, after all::

Eeee?