RO > call me out; a forever open RP post

[midvalley]

CALL ME OUT a forever open rp post full muselist here. comment with the name of the character you want in the subject line. create a scenario or not. whatevs. let the tagging commence!

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[sciencetank]

Offline will suffice, though it varies from instance to instance.

[He makes a scoffing sound.]

You've pulled me away from incredibly important work and given me a Grimlock-sized headache, I'll be snappish if I want to. If Optimus Prime can take it, I should think an alien abductor can stand a few terse words.

[zetabeamguy]

You're hardly in any position to say such things. [ not that he knows what a Grimlock or an Optimus Prime even is. ]

And the real important work is just about to begin.

[sciencetank]

On the contrary. I'm in the perfect position to say such things, considering I rather doubt anyone who would take the time abducting Cybertron's most brilliant mind would then, in turn, construct a holding facility capable of easy escape.

Therefore, while physically defenseless, my vocal processor is my sole form of tacit protest and I intend to use it to its full functionality.

[zetabeamguy]

[ He gives the robot a long look, before the grin comes back ] Under different circumstances, I think I might like you. But right now all you're being is annoying.

Talk all you want, then. It won't stop me from finding out what you're made of.

[sciencetank]

If I had a cube of energon for every time someone informed me of that, I could put the planet's energy shortage to rights in a moment's notice.

[He makes another scoffing sound, folding his arms.]

Oh, I fully intend to.

[zetabeamguy]

[ He strides over to a computer console and begins clacking away at the keys. A little drone flies over and sweeps around the Cybertronian, scanning him. ]

You're not from Earth, that's obvious enough. What are you?

[sciencetank]

[A bit absently, he swats a hand at the drone, like a human would swat a fly.]

You already know the answer to that, I believe. You already said as much, anyway.

[zetabeamguy]

[ The drone zips neatly out of the way. It's a fast little guy. ]

Going by what you've already told me, "Cybertron" must be your planet of origin. At first I thought you were some kind of Enderri construct, but you're too self-aware, and certainly not insect enough.

Are the native species of your planet mechanical or organic?

[sciencetank]

[Oh no you don't. Now it's a matter of pride. He's going to try and grab it.]

[Partly because Pride. And partly because what is it.]

Of course I'm self-aware. I'm alive, aren't I?

And what do you believe we are, hm? You already seem to have an idea, may as well elaborate and see how wrong or right your... guesses are.

[zetabeamguy]

You're machines. Intelligent, self-aware machines. But what I wish to know is where that self-awareness comes from. You claim you're alive, but how do you know you haven't been programmed to think that way?

[sciencetank]

How do we know you just aren't having delusions of being sentient, living things, either?

Why does it matter? It isn't as if it's replicable.

[zetabeamguy]

Because human beings aren't built. Not like machines.

But even if your will isn't replicable, the rest of you might very well be. You are a stunning piece of work.

[sciencetank]

If you were anyone else, I would assume that was a pickup line.

Your compliment is noted. Though I sincerely doubt it's possible.

[zetabeamguy]

Oh, but I deal in the impossible. I have built machines that will switch peoples' brains, I have traveled back in time, and I have moved the moon.

You, my metal friend, are just another robot.

[sciencetank]

... Of course you have.

[You're tiny and made of meat, human, that stuff can't happen.]

But, that is where you're impossibly incorrect.

[zetabeamguy]

You don't believe me. But then I suppose I haven't really given you a reason to, have I?

[sciencetank]

You've given me copious reasons to have a headache, but nothing beyond that, no.

[zetabeamguy]

Look around you, robot. [ He waves an arm and the expansive chamber they're in. Everything is chrome and twinkling LED lights. It's packed with monitors and robots of varying sizes- small flying drones, spider-like attack models, and humanoid workers. ] Everything you see, I have built.

[sciencetank]

[He does glance around a bit. He'd have his eyebrows raised if he actually possessed any.]

And I completely reinvented a system of information storing and gathering, while overhauling the old components and instating a planet-wide network of use.

While researching the effects of detrimental substances on Cybertronian frames and attempting to negate a growing energy shortage.

[He folds his arms again.]

Your work is quite flashy, I'll give it that.

[zetabeamguy]

Have you now? That sounds like useful information to have. I wonder what it would take to pull it out of your head.

[sciencetank]

A lot more high grade, and a considerably more attractive frame.