New Muse Testing

[automan]

[The lights flicker and dim, the room fairly vibrating with energy. Something is materializing into being. A confident looking young man with a glowing holo-reflective exterior. A hologram but with enough power to exist in the real world.]

I'm so glad you finally called. As you already know, I am Automan.

[He casts a look around, pleased with the surroundings.]

Interesting place you have here. It mimics the real world in many ways. My abilities should work even better here. Even in the absence of Walter...you haven't heard from him, have you? Never mind, I'm sure he will be along when he can.

Now how about a little exploration? I could use the time to study human behavior. I suggest we start with dancing, I rather enjoyed learning about that.

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There are precious few RPers of Glen A. Larson characers.

[cassiefuckingcage]

I dunno, I'd kinda prefer learning what you did to Bruce Boxleitner after you stole his outfit.

indeeeeed

[automan]

[There's mild confusion at the question which clears once he's able to consult his databases.]

Ah, you speak of the movie Tron. An apt comparison to my own physical appearance, but I assure you, I did not steal anything.

[cassiefuckingcage]

Sooo, you picked that out for yourself?

[Beat.]

I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess you came out of the eighties?

[automan]

Not exactly. The blue glow is a side effect of my existence intruding onto your reality.

[Have a movie star smile.] However did you guess?

[cassiefuckingcage]

Call it a hunch. A big, shiny, fluffy-haired, dayglo-colored hunch.

[dutifulbones]

May I ask why dancing has been enjoyable? Is it more of the physical element, an atmospheric one, or perhaps both?

[automan]

I do believe it is a combination of both. The experience of the act is far more superior to learning about it or watching another experience it. Investigation into the experience firsthand is the best way to learn about it. And as I am programmed to be able to do anything as well as demonstrated, I am a natural. [Yes, he does have a bit of an ego, but he hasn't said anything that wasn't true.]

[dutifulbones]

I can't say you're wrong about that, like with most things it's better to actually try it yourself.

[At least honesty is better than a lie, even if somewhat egotistical.]

If my ship could talk, the same thing would probably be said. I haven't programmed Arcadia myself, but she seems to also be a natural.

[Actually the Arcadia can talk in a way, but only Harlock seems to understand each noise as her captain.]

[automan]

You have a ship? [Auto asks curiously. The eyepatch does have him thinking of pirates and piracy type ships.]

[dutifulbones]

Yes. My good friend built her before he had passed away. The ship is now my home, as well as the home to my crew whether they'd be from Earth or not. Arcadia has yet to ever disappoint me.

[He can ramble on about the ship all day if he really wanted to.]

I have not seen anything of your kind before. Most men of science that I know of tend to be assassinated before a finished project.

[automan]

[Auto might not mind if he did ramble a bit, this ship sounded intriguing.]

That is because I am the first of my kind. But I have not heard of scientists being assassinated before finishing their work. Is this a recent trend? Perhaps there is a serial killer on the loose.

[Auto can't help but look for the detective angle, he's programmed that way.]

[dutifulbones]

It's been going on for centuries, but made to look like freak accidents. Some caused by human greed and another by an alien race called the Mazone. If assassinated by the Mazone it's because of finding out their locations or any new information. I've gotten involved by accident, but in a way I am also relived that I am now their main target.

Of course to most people my crew and I sound insane or are called liars, but I suppose that ignorance is bliss.

one eighties character to another :D

[rosco_coltrane]

I ain't dancing with you and this place ain't nothing like my reality.

[automan]

What is your reality like, Mr.....?

[rosco_coltrane]

Sheriff. I am Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane of Hazzard County! That's in Georgia. We're a small town, country place.

*He's proud of all that.*

[automan]

Sheriff Coltrane, a pleasure to meet you.

Hazzard county? That sounds rather dangerous. I would like to visit Georgia sometime. [He's seen westerns, want to see him do John Wayne?]

[rosco_coltrane]

Well. Pleasure to meet you too...uh. You never said what your name was.

Oh, Hazzard ain't very dangerous, not if you stay out of the way of folks's drivin'. That's Hazzard with two z's. Not just the one.

[automan]

My name is Automan. [Which sounds like Otto Mann, so he usually goes by that.]

I am also in law enforcement. I work with a police department in New York to help fight crime.

[rosco_coltrane]

Big city detective, huh? [He's trying to sound unimpressed.] Well, us country police have our fair share of hard work to do, y'know. I'd like to see you stumbling around out in the woods, trying to track down stills and all.

Had a bizarre thought. If they took Auto's car and teamed up, they would catch those boys

[automan]

[Instead of being insulted, Auto looks downright interested. Eager in fact.]

I would welcome the opportunity to have such an experience. Broaden my detective skills.

[Because he believed he could do anything well.]

:D hahaha That is a great idea. The general finally has real competition.

[rosco_coltrane]

[Rosco gaped like a fish for a couple of seconds. He hadn't expected that at all. Finally, though, he nodded.]

All right, then. I'm willing to teach ya some tricks. Maybe I'll finally catch those Duke boys up to something, kee!

[automan]

[His outfit changes to one of a cowboy, sort of a mix of John Wayne and Clint Eastwood. Auto pulling his ten gallon hat down over his eyes as he drawls perfectly]

Well, alright pilgrim. Le's move 'em on out.

[rosco_coltrane]

[Rosco watches in astonishment and admiration, giving a startled giggle.]

Well, that's just, uh...neat trick. Y'know we don't really dress like that, though. Just deck yerself out in some jeans and a plaid shirt.

[automan]

[He sighs, rather liking the movie cowboy look. But his clothes re-draw themselves into the plaid shirt and jeans. Even in civillian clothes, Auto is a pretty impressive figure, head and shoulders taller than most folks.]

I could do something in Roy Rogers perhaps? [Don't encourage him. He'll start singing.]

[rosco_coltrane]

No, no, that's fine. You look...good. Tall. [Rosco reaches out as if to pat Automan's shoulder.] It's best to blend in, y'know.

[automan]

[Auto was still curious about this Hazzard county and working on gleaning more information.]

How long have you been working in Hazzard county, Sheriff Coltrane?

[rosco_coltrane]

My whole life it feels like. I've been part of the sheriff's department for thirty years. I joined up as a deputy, when I was still in my teens. What about you? How long you been a lawman?

[automan]

Ever since I was created. Walter Nebicher was responsible for my existence, he's a policeman who works with computers. But he always wanted to be more than just sitting at a desk. That's where I come in.

[rosco_coltrane]

[Rosco ignores most of that. He figures he misunderstood. People accuse him of that a lot and what he thought he heard...was pretty insane.]

How's that? How do you help him do more than just sit?

[automan]

Because I am the perfect detective. As a crime solving team, we are unstoppable. We can catch anyone and bring them to justice.

[rosco_coltrane]

[And doesn't that just remind Rosco of the Dukes! He rolled his eyes.]

Well shoot. Is that kinda ego just part and parcel of young people these days? I bet there's still a few things you can learn from us old dogs, Mr. Perfect. You don't make sense neither. How does you being perfect and catching any all criminals get him out of his seat? What's his part in things?

[automan]

He gets to participate in solving crimes in the field instead of sitting behind his computer desk typing in numbers. Walter gets to do some real detective work. I can't always be out and about, you see.

[He probably doesn't see, it's all pretty complicated.]

[rosco_coltrane]

[Rosco doesn't, but he's going to pretend that he does.]

Oh. Well, good for him, then. It ain't good for an officer to spend too much time behind a desk. It dulls his hunting instincts.

[automan]

I couldn't agree more, Sheriff Coltrane.

[rosco_coltrane]

Good. Th-that's good. [He seems to be looking for something to more to say, but after a bit of blustering just falls silently, with a decisive nod.] You know much about the woods or how moonshiners operate?

[automan]

I know quite a lot about many things...but I'm afraid the word moonshiners escapes me. What are they?

[rosco_coltrane]

People that run moonshine! Moonshine is illegal corn whiskey. There's quite a lot of moonshiners in Hazzard.

[automan]

If it is so illegal, why are there so many participants?

[rosco_coltrane]

Well. People are willing to pay for good 'shine. A lot of folks around here barely scrape by on farming. Selling shine on the side means they don't have to go on welfare during the winter months. Besides. It's kinda traditional for a lot of these folks.

[automan]

Then it sounds like a helpful endeavour. Why is it illegal?

[rosco_coltrane]

Because the federal government says it is. It likes to control and tax things, beyond what most people can bear being controlled and taxed.

[automan]

I see. I suppose that is for the best. [Not that he understood it at all]

[rosco_coltrane]

I still gotta arrest 'em, of course. It being the law and all. Usually they just get fined though.