"It's a secret," the robot considered that it was best to back up Fiddlesticks and make absolutely clear that whatever shady deal the two were discussing in his quarters, alone, was strictly confidential. It didn't really occur to the AI at that point that what Fiddlestciskw was trying to do was change the subject and, the little robot, seemingly satisfied that the matter was settled, gambolled away from Fiddlesticks, and past Toony, and out into the corridor. There was something, presumably, still to be done. Beyond dealing with the little piles of dust strewn about the floor of Crew Quarters 6.
On the bridge, the AI continued to match wits with the Will, and didn't particularly like where this was going. The Will appeared to latch on to the importance of Fiddlesticks, and now it was just trying to piece together why. The lights across the ship briefly dimmed as the AI ran through a few simulations - Fiddlesticks would crack eventually, especially under the "Tortured By Bees" scenario, and so damage control would be the best option. Far better than the Forced Misjump scenario. Far less messy too.
The bridge door slid open with a reassuring shffft! and the cleaner robot - now missing a sock, and with a few extra dents - bounded into the bridge. It looked ecstatically happy, although the simple two-circles-one-line face was fixed into a smile, every robotic body movement it made was filled with energy, as if the thing couldn't keep still even if it wanted to. The face on the NaviComp terminal pointedly looked down at the robot.
>Let me explain.
"Not a crew member," said the cleaning robot from somewhere underneath the pilot's chair, keeping it's voice as quiet as it could, "there's this person on Ofromia, we met online, she likes me, but I might have lied a bit about being a pan-humanoid biological thing, and she wanted to meet, and then we picked up Fiddlesticks, and he's more..."
>Photogenic. Let's go with photogenic.
"So he pretends to be me, and goes on a first date, and then we all sail away and she'll keep in touch because it was so great."
On the bridge, the AI continued to match wits with the Will, and didn't particularly like where this was going. The Will appeared to latch on to the importance of Fiddlesticks, and now it was just trying to piece together why. The lights across the ship briefly dimmed as the AI ran through a few simulations - Fiddlesticks would crack eventually, especially under the "Tortured By Bees" scenario, and so damage control would be the best option. Far better than the Forced Misjump scenario. Far less messy too.
The bridge door slid open with a reassuring shffft! and the cleaner robot - now missing a sock, and with a few extra dents - bounded into the bridge. It looked ecstatically happy, although the simple two-circles-one-line face was fixed into a smile, every robotic body movement it made was filled with energy, as if the thing couldn't keep still even if it wanted to. The face on the NaviComp terminal pointedly looked down at the robot.
>Let me explain.
"Not a crew member," said the cleaning robot from somewhere underneath the pilot's chair, keeping it's voice as quiet as it could, "there's this person on Ofromia, we met online, she likes me, but I might have lied a bit about being a pan-humanoid biological thing, and she wanted to meet, and then we picked up Fiddlesticks, and he's more..."
>Photogenic. Let's go with photogenic.
"So he pretends to be me, and goes on a first date, and then we all sail away and she'll keep in touch because it was so great."