Apping to ink_city

[harvestsouls]

[Initially, there's an almost curious tilt of the Machine's eye as it analyzes the information it had just received.]

...

[It's immediately followed by a clenching of mechanical claws and the sparking of electrical arcs.]

[Yeah, it only took a moment or two to dislike everything about this idea.]

(Fabrication Machine/BRAIN from "9")

Comments

[4_toteachus]

[Oh.

Well.

There's not enough words in Four's vocabulary to describe how terrified he is right now, how did this happen?]

[harvestsouls]

[YOU.]

[The Machine's arms coils back as it recognizes what it's looking at.]

[Violent arcs of electricity pulsing between each electrode was a good indication that it wasn't happy to see you, either.]

[littlecrowgirl]

You look like a robot!

I have a lot of robot friends in Ink City.

[harvestsouls]

[Yeah it's ignoring that statement because you're a human.]

[A human that's still alive.]

[HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE.]

[littlecrowgirl]

[By breathing, to start.]

I bet you give great hugs with all those arms!

1/2

[harvestsouls]

[Yeah it gives good hugs.]

2/2

[harvestsouls]

[HUGS OF DEATH.]

[littlecrowgirl]

If you come to the city, you totally have to come to my birthday party. I don't take No for an answer!

Bring a pasta salad.

[xjenny9]

[Sup robot bro]

Hey! I haven't seen any other robots lately, what's your name?

[harvestsouls]

[Sorry man, this robot just happens to be mute.]

[It shifts forward, a multitude of arms reaching forward like feelers. It was tentative in it's mannerisms, the Machine was curious about her.]

[xjenny9]

[Jenny takes a few steps back]

Okayyyy... not exactly a people person are you?...So to speak.

[harvestsouls]

[Unless people person is defined as universal hate for all people, then nope.]

[Stop moving darn it. It approaches again - but stays back a good two feet or so.]

[xjenny9]

[Good thing she only looks like one.]

I do kinda like my personal space y'know.

[harvestsouls]

[It reaches forward anyway - what is personal space?]

[aimless_arrow]

[Odd can only stare for a moment before he swallows.]

...XANA?

[harvestsouls]

[Why are you alive.]

[Where are all you humans coming from.]

[IT MADE SURE TO BE THOROUGH.]

[aimless_arrow]

Yeah...angry growl. You're definitely XANA.

[Cue Odd heel face turning and fleeing as fast as his legs will carry him.]

[harvestsouls]

[Fortunately for him, Fab is anchored to the ceiling.]

[So if he runs fast enough, he'd be able to escape the flurry of robot claws that are reaching over to grab him.]

[aimless_arrow]

[Usually Odd is pretty fast but he trips on an old piece of machinery. He falls and hits the ground with a thud. The metal claw does catch him and now he's in Fab's clutches.]

[neglectfulsurrogate]

[Oh joy, another defective AI. Boy THOSE don't get old.]

You seek to improve ink city, telling from your make and movement.

[harvestsouls]

[You bet its a defective AI.]

[But no seriously what are you.]

[You're just strange enough to elicit not total rage.]

[neglectfulsurrogate]

[Strange does not cover the Chozo. So it doesn't talk, must be a real primitive AI. Gray Voice understands enough to get it's curious.]

I am a Chozo, an old race on Zebes where we have long fostered several civilizations. From your appearance, it would seem some race has fostered you.

1/2

[harvestsouls]

[It's still as the Chozo speaks, absorbing the information it had been given with a silent eye.]

2/2

[harvestsouls]

[When he finishes, it turns around to sift through the debris and dirt left behind around it.]

[It takes a moment, but it dislodges something from the ground with the use of it's several arms.]

[Turning around to show him, it manipulates the object as if it were as dull as the rocks it had been found in.]

[It was a bare skull - human. And long dead.]

[neglectfulsurrogate]

[Gray Voice studies the skull with mild interest. So it had been a creation of humans. It would make sense they made something so defective.]

I see.

And what is your function?