[h3][color=#AA6A39]Guardian 78[/color][/h3]
[sup]Location: Gorbals, Glasgow, Scotland = = = Interacting with: [@MegaOscarPwn] [@Parzivol] Mentions: [@LordOfTheNight] [@Lauder] [/sup]
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Contacting Satellite . . . . 
Contacting Satellite . . . .
[color=ed1c24]!FAILED![/color] Unable To Establish Contact
//Frequency Loop: Good
//Self-Test: Good
//Recommended: Ensure signal strength
Confirm Date Time Group set to proper Zulu Time
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78's attention snapped back to Óscar and Fredrick suddenly. They were positioned differently now and clearly meant to get away from the squad. Both of them were certainly moving beyond calculated speed for humans. Errors and warnings had flashed though Guardian's display numerous times since the two of them had come close. The most perplexing thing about them both was the lack of anything detectable to explain their speed. Were the sensors starting to degrade too? There were already too much "maintenance needed" notifications and error messages piling up in 78's system logs-- the memory capacity for them was taking up unnecessarily large amounts of space. Were these leftover superheroes, then? Cowards with enhanced abilities were somewhat common, but then the possibility these were villains could be likely too. 78 suddenly didn't want anything to do with them and their numerous variables. So much uncertainty was the main reason 78 tended to avoid speaking or interacting with people as a baseline, though there were records of encounters collected anyway. The records for these two beings would be filed with the rest.[color=82ca9d][right][sup]/[color=#AA6A39]run Program 2889J[/color]
Initiating. . . Success!
Processing_[/sup][/right][/color]
With only a moment's delay, 78's program sorted through a series of pre-recorded audio files, then pieced together a response. First, there came the recorded voice of a male, that sounded as if it were from an old radio, [color=#AA6A39]"Go on ahead--"[/color] the next voice was female and echoed as if it were in a subway tunnel, [color=#AA6A39]"--next station."[/color] Satisfied with the response, 78 stayed behind to witness the arrival of, [color=ed1c24]”The one, the only, Zas the demon lord.”[/color] A moment passed where 78 stared at Zas and at the destroyed Chicken Walker. Another moment passed where 78 looked at the dead Mute squad and at the person presumably responsible for their deaths. All the while a timer silently counted down within 78's internal clocks. There were a few hours before 78 needed to move on and, in a moment of odd variation from routine, 78 decided to stay and see how this was going to turn out. Civilians ran past the Guardian, making them stand out all the more amidst the chaos.