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I'd say I fit the former category. Is it that obvious?

So, you're an order follower? It's sometimes not that easy to tell just by looking at someone.

[West probably won't see eye to eye this guy. He isn't usually content just to do as he's told.

He's also unaware that the man is an actual android.]

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I see. You meant it metaphorically. Then allow me to change my answer. No, I'm not intended to follow orders. My programming is based upon a genius inventor that runs a successful international company. As I'm about to take over from him, I can't just follow order. I'm meant to take my own initiative.

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[He would have said in agreement that alien types are always the more interesting people, but...]

Are you pulling my leg right now? [West nervously smiles as he's visibly confused.]

That's an expression, by the way. I never heard of this company, or about any inventors who can make robots appear like real people.

[He's either really good at messing with people, or on drugs. Or, maybe there's way more the government is keeping from the public.]

My hands are far away from either of your legs.

I'm not familiar with the expression. But I'm in fact a "robot", though I prefer the term android. I was constructed by FutureTech Labs. Before their headquarters was stormed and burned to the ground. I'm a CCU, Conscious Carrying Unit. Highly experimental, ridiculously expensive.

I was asking if you were messing with me.

You're either from literally another planet, or the future if what you're saying is true. You'd be the first android I'm meeting in person.

[Holy shit. There are actually more secrets they're keeping in plain sight? Not just that Indian geneticist guy, or maybe other people like me...]

I'm not.

I'm from 2322. Which depending on your view might be far into the future.

...That's really far ahead.

It's been 2007 for me.

Look, you better make sure no shady suit guys ever find you. Because I got careless once, and was caught by a man who obviously must have come from some secret agency.

...Ah.

Good advice, really. I need to stay low. Most robots in my time are advanced, but not as advanced as me. They don't have a sense of self, or a conflict between what they are and what they should be. It's been a struggle. See, I got all these memories. But they aren't mine. I don't know how to replicate his personality.

Us aliens have to look out for each other.

Of course, I'm not really one, but I'm different from most humans... I can escape from dangerous people easily, and I don't take that for granted.

How's that even possible? To have someone else's memories?

Interesting. Sounds like a good skill to have.

My A.I. is based upon the brain scan of a man by the name of Ross Hunt. My neuron pattern is made to be an exact copy of his. I don't know much about the procedure other than that. What I'd know is that there must have been some disconnect, as the man "Ross" feels different from whom I am. I have his memories. But no emotional connection to them.

It's actually a bit more than a skill, and often what some would wish they could do.

Did your inventor give you the brain scan? Is that what happened?

Huh... okay.

There was an entire team involved. I'm the 4th version. I don't know if my donor is still alive. All I remember is people in white clothes checking my logical processes and motor functions. There was a doctor... Dr. Harvey Bell. I think he was the mind behind the project.

I can fly. Not like piloting a plane, but literally fly.

I hope there hasn't been anyone in white coats who'd look at you like some science project to poke and prod at. I don't doubt the suit guy who looked at me similarly works alongside such people.

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That sounds like an impossibility. You don't have any wings, nor hollow bones.

It's a risk. Hence why I try to keep my nose down. I don't want to get terminated.

Are there other options?

Ya know that's rude to ask.

[Though she probably looks alien in her coveralls with her guitar slung over her shoulder. yay for trying to hide her halloween costume until she gets to the party she's got a gig at.]

I may not be physically built for it, but I still have the ability to fly. It's a sort of power I have.

I've just been finding out there are more people with unusual abilities like me, and I also found this book about the possibility of having them, written by some Indian geneticist, a Dr. Suresh. About the possibilities of people quickly healing, or having telekinesis, and other stuff.

How are you able to time travel? How'd you end up so far back from your own time?

[West takes it upon himself that this android man may need his help in laying low.]

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There are pretty much two types of people in this world. Those who go out of their way to blend in, do just as they're told, and aren't interesting--those are the bots.

Anyone choosing to not just follow along, and do things in their own way on their own terms are the aliens.

Is there really an in-between that exists? [Hey, it's a fair and valid question.]

I didn't know asking metaphorically could be rude.

[West sounds a bit skeptical and amused all at once while he doesn't suspect anything wrong. He grins a bit as he's definitely taken notice of her trying to conceal her costume.]

I have to say, an intergalactic country star concept is very original!

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Wasn't sure if you meant literally or figuratively. Got it.

Guess I'm an alien then.

I can't say I know any bots or aliens in real life. This is a common question I ask when meeting someone.

[He grins at the man who's noticeably older than him.] I'm also of the alien type. I don't exactly fit in much with my classmates.

[It sometimes gets a bit lonely, believing with certainty he's the only one around the county with an ability. A power.]

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Why is it your go to get to know you question?

[Ashley shrugs and makes an assumption based on his appearance.] High school sucks, man. No one ever feels like they fit in. Just the nature of it. All y'all are trying to hard to prove yourselves while still figuring out who the fuck you are.

Because I like being weird, as some have said to me. [He's amused, and doesn't seem phased by how people judge him.] I also watch too much sci-fi.

You're right. I'm still figuring out my place in this crazy world. I might be on the right track, but I find more questions than answers.

[The guy has assumed correctly, as West gives vague answers. He can't get careless again, or else he'll be hunted down and held in captivity again, just like before.]

It's a sore subject since I'm my friend's token ET...

[SHe laughs] Not quite, though since I'm taking public transport to the party, I didn't want creeps ruining the costume. [Hey it's a vintage dress she's not going to let it get ruined.] Though, you know, I should have gone with that one. Unfortunately my boyfriend's brother chose our costumes. I swear it was just so he could get his brother in a three piece suit.

[The teen ends up laughing with her. She seems like a fun person.] Is it too late to change anything? What's the fun about a Halloween Party if you can't pick your own unique costume?

Are you going to the one that's south of here?

Just a little. Though it's cool, just wearing my coveralls until I get there. [She grinned though] The two of us did manage to put our spin on it, but no one's seeing it until the party.

Yeah, Jay's already there, he wanted to make sure security was good before I got there, since... I got roped in for the entertainment too. [She pats the guitar on her back, rest of the band's probably already set up, but Mira needed a little time before she showed up, it's been a while since she's been on stage.]

[And he nods as he is pleasantly surprised.] Ahhh, so the guitar's not just for show.

I look forward to seeing the performance. [He winks as he smiles.] I have to get changed into my costume in a bit.

[Yeah, this should be a lot of fun! He already invited Claire to come along so they both could unwind and have a great time together.]

Why don't you take a guess?

[West's brows raise a little in curiosity, as well as surprise. Wow, this lady works out, big time.]

Given your approach and physique, you don't seem that keen on just following orders. You take life by the horns! So that means you're alien.

[He smiles, thinking he just might have guessed correctly.]

You trust your eyes too much.

If a robot doesn't think for herself, then I'm certainly one of those. [She taps at a temple with flat side of one of her finger-blades.] Mind control. Fight who they want me to fight. Kill who they want me to kill.

[Wait, finger blades? What?! His eyes widen, and really take in her appearance in as he's startled and worried.]

You h-had been mind controlled? [Oh God, that sounds so scary. He swallows, as he has to ask.] Were you abducted by someone? Did they...do that to you?

[If I hadn't gotten away, would the man in horn-rimmed glasses done that to me too?]

[[OOC: Finger-blades indeed. Pretty visible in the lower left corner here, even against Wonder Woman's silver bracers.]]

Oh, yes indeed. [The Silver Swan gives an exaggerated pout, which makes the metallic additions around her mouth and throat all the more obvious.] I was a silly little girl once, a silly little girl who thought that she was loved! Taken in by lies, then taken away to be experimented on.

Do the names Sebastian Ballesteros and Dr. Edgar Cizko mean anything to you? They're the ones who made this. [She gestures to herself.]

[[ooc: Oooo they sort of look like metallic claws! Meanwhile, this teenager looks normal but has the ability to fly, a bit like Superman can. Just not supersonic fast.

I'm back, after a mostly busy week!]]

[The young man's clearly shocked as he notices the other metallic parts. Hearing her bit of backstory terrifies him. Oh my God-

West is quick to shake his head upon hearing those names. He replies with a question of his own.]

Do either of them happen to have horn-rimmed glasses? When I was twelve, I was abducted by a man who wore them. But I escaped. Flew away, before anything could really be done to me. Aside from getting these marks.

[He moves the collar of his shirt aside to show her. Despite how small they are in size, it's obvious to see that they're not moles or healed up scratch marks near his neck.]

[[OOC: Duly noted! Welcome back!]]

Neither of them wore horn-rimmed glasses.

[She reaches out as if to touch those marks, but pulls back before actually doing so -- and leans her head closer to inspect the marks visually.] Doesn't look familiar.

[Silver Swan leans back.] There are a lot of people who want superpowers, or want to control those who have superpowers.

[[ooc: Nathan Petrelli from his canon is closer to Superman. West has the same capable flight ability Peter Pan does, but doesn't need anyone like Tinker Bell. XD Hence the cute username I came up with!]]

[West quickly lets go of the collar of his shirt as the woman is leaning forward to get a close look. He's stressed, but not very surprised as she explains.]

Either people that guy is working for, or some other organizations that--that'd hunt people like us down, and do whatever the hell they want.

It's why we have to hide in plain sight.

[[OOC: I'm sure he's also learned to be rather sparing with "faith and trust", too... 😉 /Disney reference]]

I wish you luck in your hiding. Don't tell me any more than that. I'd hate for Dr. Cizko to dig around in my head and find out such things.

[[ooc: Lol, in a way yes. He had some brief trust issues in the past around a girlfriend, who can heal from any wounds. She has been the adoptive daughter of the guy who abducted him, and she kept this from him for a while.]]

Oh, I'm fine. Seriously. I'm really good at blending in, so no one else has noticed me.

[No one that he's seen or been aware of so far...]

What about you though? Is there any way to help... free you of the mind control stuff?

It's not your concern. And it's dangerous to try to help me anyway.

[She may be right, about it being too dangerous to offer any aid. He's no less concerned though.]

Well, best of luck escaping from those bastards then.

You live probably far from Coste Verde anyway.

[Silver Swan tilts her head slightly, a bird-like motion.] California? Oh, yes, that's quite far from where we operate. The ambassador is on the East Coast.

I don't know anything about time travelling. How I ended up here is beyond my understanding. The facilty had several projects going on. It's possible one included time travelling. Perhaps the attack triggered it somehow, or maybe I was smuggled back into time for safety? I do not know.

[He'll pretend not to know her and continue to just pretend to be a normal high schooler, but he can't deny the heart sinking feeling in his chest to know she lives on the other side of the country. It's unfair, and it sucks.

The dream of having a friend or even an acquaintance similar to him in his life will continue to be a distant one.]

I can't and probably shouldn't leave to try to find you later. My family and normal friends in my life would freak if they noticed me gone.

You were attacked?

They've already been chasing you? [He has to pause a moment to take a deep breath, and then let it out.]

Okay, look. We'll figure something out. I'll help hide you from them.

None of the above. Half God, Half Jotun. My name's Loki, what's yours?

( Atom slowly tips his head to the side. Then looks down. Then taps down on his ab plates with a clank, clank, clank. Which was when a young adult came out from behind the little bot with a bit of a laugh. ) That means "robot". Literally. Metaphorically he might surprise you!