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That sort of thing can be rough on the edges. Still, I sympathize. My own mundane is almost trying to do the same for me, except she's not making any process and she's supposed to be working on other things that she promised other people to do.

Yes. I wasn't expecting it.

Aren't you a little... young? I had understood that this sort of public humiliation often involved zombies and... other undignified things. It hardly seems appropriate.

[-_-; IC opinion/age assumption, sorry.]

Possibly. I wouldn't describe myself as an elementary student though. What sort of premise is your mun putting you into anyways?

[ooc: It's okay! He's technically underage anyways oops.]

No. A teenager, I suppose. What have you been subjected to?

Some sort of unimaginative, generic horror-movie setting, evidently. 'Come, play the role of a housewife in an idyllic small town besieged by sociopaths. Be forced to live with a mind-controlled 'husband' and unable to dissuade him from unwanted advances. Don't drink the milk.'

I have no idea where I'm supposed to find the parts I need for my research. Nevermind a proper British tea.

Well, you're right on that. I'm not that tall of a guy to begin with, sad to say.

My mundane has insisted that I be put into a premise where I'd be one of the testers for this supposedly a new virtual reality game. She... honestly doesn't know what else is in store for this game, except for that the genre of it would be horror-based. I think she's just out of her mind to put me into something she herself is not even aware of. Might I also mention the fact that she has only put in other people in one other place before? And it was years back. It shows how inexperienced my mundane is in this "role-playing" hobby.

I would say though, it seems like you're capable of handling that premise that you just described. I'm only saying this on impression though, because I've only met quite a dangerous woman once before myself.

... virtual reality? Of what variety? It sounds like some sort of science-fiction, although certainly, the technological advances in black projects are rarely shared with the outside world...

It shouldn't be dangerous, in any case, if it's simply virtual reality. Robotics would be more dangerous, but even then, they tend to be designed for large-scale combat rather than the torment of individuals; it's the only way to make the cost effective, in this day and age.

I'm... hardly dangerous. A scientist, not a soldier. It promises to be more exasperating than anything, but I could wish for something different.

What sort of woman was that?

A woman who claims herself as a tsundere, but is more than just that. Her main weapon is a stapler. While it sounds like an unconventional tool to kill someone with, she has her ways to murder that you can only imagine.

Referring to your question, the virtual reality they speak of seems modern so I can see it as science fiction? [He scratched his head, not knowing what references to use as an example. She seems to know bits here and there so there would be no need, he figured.]

But I have to say, if virtual reality doesn't theoretically kill you, it can possibly have an effect on your body and mind. So it's not like a life threatening situation but it has its problems and issues like robotics. But since you're a scientist, I would figure you'd have the skills to counteract with inventing a device or weapon that could destroy them.

... I see. A stapler? [Really?] ... And what would a 'tsundere' be?

I wonder... What is 'modern', to you? Graphics systems are hardly mainstream, in this day and age.

Of course. It's far easier to destroy with technology than to create. [Bit bitter, there.] I suppose, with luck, they won't add a pharmaceutical component to the experimentation. It doesn't make sense to damage your test subjects beyond repair.

But it's not impossible. If a scientist like yourself has gathered all the information needed to make a better prototype of an invention, then all the more to dispose it if there is not enough room for experimentation.

Modern... well. In my era, we have computers, kitchen appliances and such. It's normal but if you want a year... you could say I live in the year 2012? Virtual reality is a new thing for sure, but we have had graphics for awhile now.

The girl I speak of wields a stapler and is able to puncture a person at will with it. [Quite painful too, I might add....] When I first met her, she had stapled the insides of my mouth but thankfully I recovered from that. It's not her only weapon, as she does carry other school supplies in her clothes.

And to answer your question, a Tsundere would be someone who has both a "hot and cold" behavior. The "Tsun" meaning the cold behavior, and the "dere" meaning the "hot" or "affectionate" behavior, one would say. It's not exactly bipolar, but it's an attribute that some men are attracted to.

[... She's okay with this kid.]

... I suppose so. If a scientist were utterly amoral and... [Sigh.] I do recognize the difference between humans and my robots, as much as people seem to doubt it.

2012... I don't suppose I can ask how systems have changed in the last forty years? I suppose I shouldn't, though, until I am... properly applied for. [Ugh.] I will simply be obliged to forget it again, and I imagine you're not of a technical bent.

Ah... Uncomfortable. [Why are so many fighters so eccentric? Between that and the duck-suit and the bizarre psychics...]

And are you attracted to such women? [Not a come-on; she was kind of hoping he was gay.]

[He's kind of surprised this girl isn't perverted at all. All the girls she knows have quite the dirty mind....]

Umm... well, it's in the eye of the beholder, but you could say I am. [He's totally not going to mention the part of being attracted by younger women, nope.] The woman I mentioned to you is ....my girlfriend. It's kind of complicated between us but we've managed.

You're right however. I'm not exactly very knowledgeable in the technical field but I at least know the basics to get by with school. I don't think I have lived in the era where you were in, but I have some information of it. It would have to depend on where though. I'm from Japan. [He scratches his head, wondering if anything else came to mind for him.]

In the time I'm from, the only existing robots we have are either from cartoons, movies, or that they're just models that are immovable. The difference between a human and a robot would depend on what you're reading or watching but the general fact is humans are natural living beings while robots are not.

[She's a lesbian and in her thirties; she's not going to think about him in a perverted way, anyway.]

I see. It... sounds complicated.

... are they? Automata have been around in some form for centuries, unless there was some sort of ban in the decades after... my own. There are no computers or manufacturing robots, or... anything?

[Thankfully. He's kind of relieved considering. He's not really a pimp but there have more than one account of being verbally or physically harassed by other women.]

Automata... that sounds like a familiar term, like it's from a game I would know of. [He has more knowledge about anime than video games though...] Though if you don't have any computers, or any robots, then perhaps we live in different universes?

[He ends up with a lot of... suitors? Apparent love interests?]

We have them. The current time in my... universe is 1974; I imagine that the technology has changed. Although if nuclear winter hasn't set in, I suppose they're doing something right in the future; we've come close to it in the present day.

[Yup yup! Unintentionally though.]

Nuclear winter... you say. There's only a good amount of technology here in my time but I do not think we have the advances enough to cure a cold or cough still. I can only think that in your universe, your technology might be on a high tier level. Something like I would see out of some TV shows that I do watch.

... I see. These alternate realities are like something out of science fiction themselves.

We've come... far too close to having weapons launched. Perhaps I bear some responsibility, in that regard. It's good to know that there are some timelines where nothing too destructive has happened, in any case.

As long as you're stuck here like the rest of us, you won't be getting any work done.

[... and guess who she thinks he is.]

You...

What are you doing here? They really do accept all sorts, don't they.

Yeah, who fuckin' does have time these days?

Not like it's ever fuckin' mattered to them.

How... colorful.

Are there only men in this place?

[So sarcastic you'd be hardpressed to think otherwise.]Absolutely. A regular fuckin' sausage fest.

[She disapproves of you. So hard. You are so undignified, Badou.]

I see. And who are you?

[~~COME AT ME BRO~~. Badou has never, nor will he ever give any fucks about what people think of him. HATERS GONNA HATE.]

Badou Nails. And you?

[:| Indeed. All of the dislike.]

... You may call me Doctor Strangelove.

...

Oh sure, why the fuck not? 'Cause that doesn't sound ominous and shit at all. [Badou is the most genre savvy. He is simply the best there is.]

It's in a reference to a movie.

As if you can talk. Is 'Nails' really your surname?

[Probably not a bad idea to be a little wary of her, though. She will encourage that impression. And... not tell him that it's because male scientists are idiots about a lesbian in their wake.]

Sounds like some freaky-ass bondage dominatrix stage name to me.

Nails is a fuckin' bitchin' last name.

... really.

I suppose it wouldn't do any good to try and dissuade you.

It sounds like the name of a washed-up would-be rock star.

Nope. Y' want a fuckin' prize for gettin' it correct?

Whatever, it sounds badass.

You're an idiot.

And yer a bitch. I'll let that sink in fer ya for a few minutes.

[If I can get the right account...]

[Derisively amused.]

Oh? If you can't come up with better insults, we'll be here all day.

Just tell me you haven't been sent to that idiotic town I've been threatened with.

Not like callin' me an idiot is anymore creative, BDSM queen supreme.

Well then consider me the fuckin' welcome wagon. I'd give ya some welcome jello mold if I gave a fuck.

It's accurate.

... I suspect I should be worried that you'd spit in it. At least you presumably have a... 'family' already.

Accurate my ass. I'm not stupid, y'know.

Hey, hey. I ain't in the business of spoiling food like that. Shit like that is ex-fucking-spensive in the town. And don't you snicker over there, yer gonna get a family too when you end up in this fucking place.

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