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[allbedestroyed]

Always the same set of problems.

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[syntheticnightmare]

Oh? And what are those?

Problems, I mean.

[allbedestroyed]

[Give him a minute to Stare at the robot before he answers.]

Budget and bureaucracy, usually.

[syntheticnightmare]

[Revenant is used to it. Even battle hardened humans stopped to stare once in awhile at a Synthetic.]


I hear, ya, man.
From what I can tell, money goes to bells and whistles more than infrastructure.

[allbedestroyed]

Bells and whistles are easier to make money off of. Not worth much if you don't have the infrastructure to support them, though.

[syntheticnightmare]

Bells and whistles only get you so far without upkeep on that infrastructure and ah...improvements.

Skinbags always seem to skimp on that and never learn that that kind of lazy behavior is how you get Synthetics like me running around.

[whatisthatmelody]

Really? Then perhaps you need a new experiment.

[allbedestroyed]

[There's no way Sigma could have prompted a firmer,] No. I've been involved in too many experiments for one lifetime.

[allbedestroyed]

[Synthetic. Why is it everything bad is always man-made?]

You aren't glad that you get to run around?

[whatisthatmelody]

Oh? Really? What kind of experiments?

You’ll have to forgive me. I’m incorrigibly curious.

[allbedestroyed]

[Oh crap it's Wu all over again.]

Dangerous ones. The type of experiments that shouldn't have been done in the first place.

[syntheticnightmare]

Oh,yes. I am very glad I am able to make my way around the universe unhindered, no longer some mindless thrall of Hammond Robotics. Now I have a real winning personality.

[whatisthatmelody]

In what field? I am an astrophysicist by trade.

I’m sorry where are my manners. I am Dr. Siebren de Kuiper, or Sigma, whichever you prefer.

[allbedestroyed]

Hammond Robotics?

[allbedestroyed]

Robert Muldoon. [He offers a hand to shake.]

Multiple fields. Ecology, genetics, and palaeontology mainly.

[syntheticnightmare]

Yeah. A big soulless corporation that is part of the military industrial complex.

I gotta admit, they do make a fine product ever now and again.

[If he could beam, he would, but he nods sideways with a little head bob.]

[whatisthatmelody]

[Siebren was a little absent minded with formality, but at the extended hand, he promptly smiled and took it.]

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Muldoon.

Ah! What a fascinating combination! What is your speciality?

[allbedestroyed]

Animal behaviour.

[Technically true, and while it's vaguely amusing to be mistaken for a scientist, it's not a role he cares to pretend at. So he sets Sigma straight.]

I'm a park warden.

[whatisthatmelody]

Fascinating...though you did not mention zoology or animal husbandry...so...am I to deduce that the animals you are a warden for are...not organic? Created?

[allbedestroyed]

[Excuse him while he tries to figure out what exactly he's talking with... and about.]

I prefer people to robots, personally.

Let's pretend NDAs don't exist for a minute...

[allbedestroyed]

Organic, sure. I leave the creation up to the geneticists. My work only starts after theirs ends.

totally ;)

[whatisthatmelody]

Ah. I see. From the sounds of things, it is never a dull moment for you. I imagine it is difficult to card for animals that have never existed or been studied alive...in recent history, anyway.

[Siebren is no fool. He is able to deduce that between genetics and paleontology, they are making some kind of resurrection play with their animals.]

[syntheticnightmare]

[Revenant is used to being unsettling to people. He often uses it to his advantage in the Apex Games.]

Yeah. Most skinbags do, in my experience. Sometimes we’re a little too real for people.

[allbedestroyed]

They keep me on my toes. I'm not fond of experiments, but I do like a challenge. I'm not sure it would interest you much. It couldn't be further from studying stars.

[allbedestroyed]

And here I thought it was the not being real that most people dislike.

[syntheticnightmare]

You’d think that, wouldn’t you?

But nah, they get the heebie jeebies when you start acting on your own, having preferences...you know...like...not being a slave.