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nexus_crossings2018-06-15 09:39 pm
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Some Reassembly Required
There’s an open, grassy area on the edge of the Wilds, some distance from the most popular Nexus parks where people are enjoying their picnics and centaur polo and so forth. It’s a good place to go if you want slightly more peace and quiet - or in Blaze’s case, a good open space in which to make a lot of noise. The robot soldier has a few small crates out on the grass. One of them she’s sitting on; the others are being used as tables which hold a small array of tools and components and blocks of metal. She’s working on modifying a pair of heavy armored boots much like the pair she’s wearing, refitting the soles and reinforcing their structure. Her Ghost hovers beside her, inspecting a blueprint spread out atop one of the boxes. The little bot is spinning his pointy shell back and forth as if concerned, but Blaze pays him no heed.
“So,” she says, speaking up while she works. “People change. Some of us change more than others. Sometimes we don’t notice how it happens. Sometimes,” she yanks out a component and chucks it down beside her, “we don’t get a say. So what part of yourself would you want make sure you held on to? What’s the part you’d want to be remembered?” She pauses, then looks up at the nearest people. “And, hey, anyone got some spare explosives?"
“So,” she says, speaking up while she works. “People change. Some of us change more than others. Sometimes we don’t notice how it happens. Sometimes,” she yanks out a component and chucks it down beside her, “we don’t get a say. So what part of yourself would you want make sure you held on to? What’s the part you’d want to be remembered?” She pauses, then looks up at the nearest people. “And, hey, anyone got some spare explosives?"
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His voice tapers off and he raises his head. He makes a gesture with his top hand to indicate she should just continue on with her metalworking. He doesn't mind a philosophical discussion, but honestly, he had hoped for one that would be a little more substantial for him than this.
The noise doesn't bother him. It's good for him, since he's been too far inside his head recently.
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The metallic click and buzz of her work resumes as she turns her focus back there. It's good to keep her hands busy. Mind busy. Stops her dwelling on what she's saying. "I've been through more than three dozen reboots. I know exactly how it feels to be scared of losing who you are. Getting replaced by some new iteration."
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He’d prefer a reboot in some ways.
“How do you know you were rebooted that many times?”
Because to his knowledge a reboot resets everything.
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Electric sparks are crawling over the backs of her gauntlets. Blaze reaches down and slaps the ground to neutralize them before she damages her handicraft project. "So do you want to talk about it or do you just plan on sitting around acting tragic?"
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He doesn't care about her terseness. He's cross enough for everyone.
"Like I said, I've rebooted the universe once or twice. I've had memories deleted. I have a pretty good idea of which I'd prefer."
Thousands of years old, billions of years of experience kind of does that to him.
"As to 'acting tragic' well..."
He shrugs. Nothing acting about it, but he's not about to show off the glow. He's been having enough troubles recently without adding to them.
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It's an order, not a request. Too bad, almost: his situation is one she'd ordinarily feel a great deal of sympathy for, but she doesn't have the patience to deal with his arrogance. Not when it comes to this.
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"I'm willing to talk, if you say something as well. I'm not used to being the one to... share."
Which is true. He swoops in, fixes whatever the problem is and leaves. He doesn't really do this sort of thing and he's terrible at it anyway. Adding his current mood into the mix only makes it worse.
"I'm willing to try."
He raises an eyebrow slowly in question. Is she willing to try as well.