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Do you have trouble with rust?

RoboCop's light blue eyes look downward within his helmet, carrying an unseen angst. His tone belies a certain kind of agony brought by his condition; a man made into a RoboCop against his will.

Flatly, he replies, "Titanium....does not rust."

Somewhere, there is a crime happening. ...Yup, usually in my pants.

You save the day, get the girl and the world rests peacefully. Am I right?

RoboCop's head turns to face the inquirer with an electric whir. Heparts his lips as if to say something, only to close them a second later without a sound. Not sure how to explain that he can't get the girl, he simply stares for a while before saying, "Essentially."

YES! I love it when I'm right. Give me a high five big guy. *holds hand up*

It appears as though RoboCop is going to leave him hanging for the longest, but eventually he extends a kevlar laminated hand at waist level, palm up. "Down low," he replies with what might possibly be a smirk.

*palms the hand* I'm not slow. *winks*

How you doing? I'm Don.

I'm fine. Thank you for asking, Don.

I don't have many....friends.

Oh, you look fine, Alex! *Considers if it's possible to get it on with a...him...robot? Thinks it might be no different to getting it on with a blow up doll*

No? *gasps* A great guy like you? Seriously when it comes to having friends, quantity does not equal quality.

RoboCop is befuddled momentarily, having not given his name. He is either unconcerned with or impervious to the fact that Don is trying to flirt with him. "I suppose you are correct," he returns with remaining reservations.

*Remains clueless because when he wants something he's becomes blind to the obvious*

Hey, do you want me to put my name on your friends list? I can do that!

"I haven't been called Alex in..."Murphy has a fleeting flashback of his widow. "Yes. I would like that."

*chews his lip worried*

If calling you by the name Alex bothers you, tell me what to call you.

And now we are friends! Kind of. *grins*

"My friends call me.....Murphy."

Murphy it is! Do you get out much, Murphy? What do you do with yourself when you're not saving the world?

"I...have always been on twenty-four hour alert, unless I am in need of maintenance." replies Murphy, solemnly. "What about you, Don?"

Wow, that's horrible you always working.

I love horse racing, its sport of kings did you know that? I like placing a flutter on the horses, I like breeding horses to race. I love swimming, don't suppose you can do that uh? I also have an interest in marine biology and marine conservation.

I love more than anything to share a drink and dinner with friends.

"It must be...pleasant, Don. I don't eat much. My technicians say my favorite beverage is hydraulic fluid."

*Appears angry*

I don't know why those technicians did what they did to you, or why they felt they had to do it. But I'm mad at them for taking your ability away to feel ...life.

Alright so when it comes to that department, I'm no saint either I've got no right to feel indignant for you. On the bright side you just might be a lesson to me.

I can say thanks to them for keeping you alive. I can get to know you and so can others.

I...have saved many lives, Don. I must keep moving.

Best way to be, keep moving, keep living!