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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[devoutish]

I'm not the sort to need pep talks.

[headjacked]

Too bad, because I'm the Pep Talk King of the Known Universe. You cannot escape me.

[devoutish]

Not much for joking tonight.

[Holy fuck does he wish his voice worked. Texting for any length of time is the worst.]

[headjacked]

Oh.

Sorry, I thought it'd make things better. Easier. Whatever.

[devoutish]

I can't speak out loud. I'd be on audio if I could. You can't read my tone, it makes things harder.

[a.k.a. you're forgiven for irritating him, Rhys; it's not really your fault. Plus, you get points for backing off immediately!]

[headjacked]

You can't talk and I struggle to type, what with the. The one arm.

Still, not faulting you. At least my issue is possible to overcome without a ton of difficulty.

[devoutish]

Is it too unequal for you to use audio while I use text?

[headjacked]

Totally doable.

But if I don't get my body parts back I need to be practiced. You never know here.

[devoutish]

Practice later, yeah? It would be good to hear a human voice.

==> voice;

[headjacked]

...yeah, okay. If you want to hear talking I am so up for talking.

Returning the favor.

[devoutish]

Better.

[And now he can read tone, which is useful, because he doesn't know Rhys nearly well enough to be able to make educated guesses based on his texts.]

I would return the favor if I could, you understand.

[headjacked]

I've got friends here with me, Alfie. And my little robot. I'll be okay.

So I'll -- I'll talk to you as long as you want.

[devoutish]

It's not that. Too much texting is strange to me.

[headjacked]

Oh, right. Sh-should've guessed that by the way you dress.

I'm from, uh. 28XX

[ Please, please, pretend that the xx is a set of numbers, because Lord knows what the proper Borderlands timeline is. ]

Most people here don't really do the technology thing, huh.

[devoutish]

Telephones are new technology to us.

[So...]

Telegrams and letters have their place, but when you're looking for convenience nothing beats the telephone.

Except perhaps the tablet, right?

[headjacked]

...Alfie.

[ The tablet being the pinnacle of convenience, oh. That is adorable. ]

That arm I'm missing? I could call people on it.

[devoutish]

I don't think I'd want a telephone arm. Fucking inconvenient.

[headjacked]

What about an arm that could break into just about every security system around? Hmmmmm?




Also it had a flashlight.

[devoutish]

You're having me on.

[headjacked]

That's Ancient for 'screwing with me', I'm guessing.

But. No. I'm part computer, dude. Look me up way back on this network and you'll see.

[devoutish]

You aren't an AI, are you?

[headjacked]

The technical term is "cyborg", though I don't really use it much. CYBernetic ORGanism. Cybernetics being implants you can get. Surgical enhancement. Organism being... ...self-explanatory.

Still a human at the end of the day, Alfie.

[devoutish]

I'm glad to hear it.

I like technology moving at a reasonable pace. I'm sure we'll get to siborgs soon enough.

[He can't spell your weird future words, Rhys.]

[headjacked]

[ Oh no, that's cute. Too cute to correct. ]

Think you'd ever go for it? Limb/eye replacement, I mean?

[devoutish]

No. Never. I want to be all me.