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We’ll find that out together. I don’t exactly think so, though.
That settles it, then. Until we find Dynamo or the superweapon, you're the most dangerous target out of all of us.
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We’ll find that out together. I don’t exactly think so, though.
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*Shakes my head*
Don't worry about it. Point is, it's fast. Real fast.
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*Looks down and away*
It's... dehumanizing.
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*Nods*
Freakishly so. But Dad never insisted on testing anything more than minor damage, and I've not been in any position where something could really hurt me like that until now.
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It is. But I have no idea what it’s made of. Dad described it as “exotic”, but never hinted at a name.
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*Shrugs*
Magic. Literally some sort of substance that was manifested by Spirit when I was pulled from the storm.
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I doubt any automated system would know how to effectively modify me. I don't have any normal biology, anymore.
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I couldn't do it. But also, if it's what it sounds like, it probably wouldn't work for me anyways.
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*Follows you guys*
I only know of one person that could be responsible for them if they aren't yours. I don't want to think about that being the case.
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Make use how?
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*nods and opens the door, entering*
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That's a big question, I suppose, yeah. But I guess I'm ready to go.
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Ohh. You know, I'm glad to hear this place had it on the table to have worked on augmenting the murder-daughter-bots that had the capacity to go scorched earth to be better than the original.
*Mumbles*
This place is so messed up...