[The response comes back way too quickly for Tony to not have glanced at his phone and literally dropped everything he was doing at the self-identification of "robot antlers guy."]
yeah, kind of hard to forget.
[After a second, another rapid-fire text.]
glad you found me. would be happy to sit down and chat minus the whole part where you run away irrationally terrified
i mean. i figured you weren't texting me to grab some starbucks
what kind of tech-relation?
[Beyond the portal of the screen, thoughts might be running through Tony's head -- little flashes of the horror he'd experienced on Simon's behalf that night at the Moonport docks. Remembering the realization that he might be looking at an AI without a backup -- i.e. a fragile brain in a body made of glass.]
you know what, let's talk it over in person. you got somewhere private in mind?
[He'd offer up his lab, but he's got a feeling that a scrap dissection center might not be the most comfortable spot for a presumed human-turned-robot.]
I thought you'd have someplace you do stuff like this. There's my place, but it's pretty bare.
[ it's probably for the best Catherine cannot see from beyond the robo-veil that Simon is the one out of the two of them who gets to talk to other AI engineers and this is how he does it. ]
oh -- and if anyone gives you trouble, just tell them you're a friend of tony's. and if the guy giving you trouble is named steve, just tell him to remove the stick up his butt 👍
[ He's down for polite conversation, of course, but Tony's description of the hoops he might be jumping through to get into the place only makes Simon more curious to see what the hell he's doing in there. ]
See you soon, then. And I'll be sure to say that if I run into Steve. Say, do people "run away" from you often? Just wondering.
believe it or not, jocks & nerds are capable of coming together for the greater good
[Pause.]
sometimes.
anyway. no, people don't run away from me unless they happen to be hardboiled criminals and/or aliens mid-gunfight. so like, you're the weirdo here, i thought we established this
[ He sure has this weird impression that Tony might actually be treating him like an actual person who happens to be a weird robot, and not weird because he's a robot. It feels like it has to be the latter, but it also feels like it... is not? Catherine, too, didn't see a qualitative difference between a robot Simon and a human Simon, and Simon believes that even if he doesn't think it's correct. But this is different somehow. He can't put his finger on why. So this is him turning it over and poking it with a stick.
Anyway, he leaves it at that and makes his way to the back of Solar Flexus, and this page intentionally left blank, because I don't know what kind of door it is or anything, but
suffice it to say that the man who like literally responded to "the regimen we came up with to try to keep you from dying involves regular exercise" with "uhhhh" is glad to be out of the gym space proper ]
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industries) wrote2019-05-15 09:19 pm
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yeah, kind of hard to forget.
[After a second, another rapid-fire text.]
glad you found me. would be happy to sit down and chat minus the whole part where you run away irrationally terrified
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Actually, I thought you might be able to help me with something.
Tech-related.
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what kind of tech-relation?
[Beyond the portal of the screen, thoughts might be running through Tony's head -- little flashes of the horror he'd experienced on Simon's behalf that night at the Moonport docks. Remembering the realization that he might be looking at an AI without a backup -- i.e. a fragile brain in a body made of glass.]
you know what, let's talk it over in person. you got somewhere private in mind?
[He'd offer up his lab, but he's got a feeling that a scrap dissection center might not be the most comfortable spot for a presumed human-turned-robot.]
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[ it's probably for the best Catherine cannot see from beyond the robo-veil that Simon is the one out of the two of them who gets to talk to other AI engineers and this is how he does it. ]
1/2
got a robotics lab down in Level 3. go to Solar Flexus Gym and head for the back office, I'll be there the whole afternoon
2/2
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[ He's down for polite conversation, of course, but Tony's description of the hoops he might be jumping through to get into the place only makes Simon more curious to see what the hell he's doing in there. ]
See you soon, then. And I'll be sure to say that if I run into Steve. Say, do people "run away" from you often? Just wondering.
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[Pause.]
sometimes.
anyway. no, people don't run away from me unless they happen to be hardboiled criminals and/or aliens mid-gunfight. so like, you're the weirdo here, i thought we established this
see you around 2-ish, WALL-E
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[ He sure has this weird impression that Tony might actually be treating him like an actual person who happens to be a weird robot, and not weird because he's a robot. It feels like it has to be the latter, but it also feels like it... is not? Catherine, too, didn't see a qualitative difference between a robot Simon and a human Simon, and Simon believes that even if he doesn't think it's correct. But this is different somehow. He can't put his finger on why. So this is him turning it over and poking it with a stick.
Anyway, he leaves it at that and makes his way to the back of Solar Flexus, and this page intentionally left blank, because I don't know what kind of door it is or anything, but
suffice it to say that the man who like literally responded to "the regimen we came up with to try to keep you from dying involves regular exercise" with "uhhhh" is glad to be out of the gym space proper ]
linking to a new log thread!
[Tony leaves it at that, and prepares.]