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That's true, but not very insightful.

True, but I need a shower so I had to start somewhere

Wait, I… Dusty? Do I say I’m Dusty and need to clean off my conversation skills? Or is it Rusty?

Rusty, if you need to review or polish your skills.

Not this precise instant, no. But I can probably count on a very similar one.

*One where he's got his gun, betch.*

It’s the variations in those moments that make the difference.

not afraid but will give you her wallet 🥺

All the difference. The variation I'm thinking about is life-changing.

Good luck, you might end up only changing your sheep.

Changing ...sheep.

*Humans are baffling. This human didn't look as if it was on drugs, but.*

Any chance of a bit more context?

…So that phrase wasn’t foreboding?

* She exhales in frustration *

I hate this language and wish it would go the way of Norn.

That was meant to be a threat?

*Most would find that hysterial, but Five's not exactly on intimate terms with humour.*

You were trying to theaten me?

It’s only a threat if you’re going to hurt me. I might be tiny but I’m the evening news.

* she’s not even five feet tall, and doesn’t seem to think what she’s saying is funny *

… unless you’re just being conversational. I apologize if that’s the case, I’ve just had to show claws and teeth, people are all edge lately.

*Maybe this is how women are - he's never actually seen a young one. He may not have his gun, but Five can snap a human's neck with a flick of his hand... but he should probably gather some intel on this one, before summary execution.*

Females are scheduled for extinction. Their presence is outlawed. Only the aged are left... how and why are you alive?

Was I targeted specifically or is this a generalized extermination?

* she runs her hands through her hair for a long moment *

Right. How and why am I alive? Honestly, I can’t tell you. I’m guessing you didn’t think I was tough.

*He ignores the question. Humans don't get to ask anything.*

A night in The Park will show you just how tough you humans are.

*He moves forward to try to grab her arm.*

Janie, even though she’s somewhat out of practice, easily dodges. Almost too easily, actually *

I’m not going anywhere with you! You’re not even my type.

*Five is a cyborg with ten times the strength of a human and is fast to match. He's taken aback that she dodges him.*

I'm not asking you for a date, you're under arrest.

Well I’m not going! I don’t feel like breaking out of jail tonight. Also, you’re really fast especially for… you.

I don’t feel like being executed tonight either. That’s too much paperwork.

Especially for me? You make it sound like you know me.

You sound insane, death would be a mercy.

Of course I don’t know you, but you don’t look like you should be that strong and fast.

I’ve died before, it just gets confusing and stressful for everyone involved.

I'm a machine... how can you not understand that?

*If he was human, he'd be pinching the bridge of his nose about now.*

*He does blink, however, and goes into sceptial mode.* Of course you have.

The same way you don’t seem to understand that I won’t stay dead if you kill me!

Whoever sent you after me is going to have a decade broken shoestrings, frayed cables, and goats. I’ll build my own murder-bot, see how they’ll like that.

ALL humans stay dead. That's how it works.

I don't think the governing mind is afraid of shoestrings or goats. You're female, which is a crime. Human women are conniving, manipulative and dangerous.

Ah, a misogynist murder bot. Well, I’m Janie, and- hah.

Look, I’m in half a mood to go with you willingly and let you do your murder, then destroy your whole set up. But instead I’m just going to leave and get ice cream and flirt with some artists and you’re going to be left confused.

Unit 5-Epsilon-Theta-755MVK, undercover machman - and mysogyny is a construct, it doesn't exist.

*Oh, the propaganda. Oh, the gaslighting...*

You're going nowhere... *He tries to make agran for her again*

[ooc: lmao mysogynist murder-bot. >_>]

Janie blinks of existence, only to be in a lawn chair three feet away, eating a pint of ice cream and sitting in her pajamas *

So you really believe all of that nonsense? Is that what you do all day long?

*According to Arthur C. Clarke “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” But he's human and Five has no time for their kind. Whatever the human woman is... it's not 'magical'.]

*Five falters.* You.... you've got teleport ability? Are you an android?

[Janie really seems to be enjoying her ice cream. She was going to do some research on the android, try to build her own, but then decided to find out more, the old fashioned way]

Technically I traveled in time and teleported. I had dinner, a bath? I watched a really weird movie about a animated snowman and his army of children that he traumatized. [she watched Frosty The Snowman] I’m not an android however. I’m flesh and bone, and I’m so entangled with spacetime that I’ll just keep coming back. Until we move on.

But you? You’re absolutely fascinating. Can I study you?

*He's still a bit new. Only 3 years since construction. It's only now dawning on Five that he's fighting a losing battle here. Time travelling teleporting humans probably don't fall under his jusrisdiction.*

*There are movies in his version of London, but he doesn't recognise it by her description.*

I may have said yes if you weren't female. *He's sounding a tad petulant now.*

My boys would be fascinated too. Hold on I’m just going to scan you. Don’t worry that’s not a threat at all. But don’t try to kill me again, okay? It’s really inconvenient.

[janie stands and sets her ice cream on her chair. She taps at a device in her hands and unexpectedly disappears a moment later]

I said no! Unauthorised scanning of an agent is a capital offence.

*He does seem kind of intrigued by the device though. It's not any technology he's seen before, and his world is advanced.*