He glowered at her when booped him, squaring his shoulders and taking a threatening step forward.
"My neural network is far superior to your squishy excuse for a thought processor."

"You're happy I'm here? Strange. You organics are illogical. Of course I'm here. It is my profession."
He took a small step forward and pressed a hand gently to her forehead. "Temperature is within acceptable perimeters. Your work efficiency should not be effected."

A little take by surprise at the sudden contact, Exile looks at his co-pilot.
"What are you doing? Are you malfunctioning? Remove yourself....."

// well, the deed has been done
bsky.app/profile/kayl...

"Ab-so-fucking-lutely," she grinned. "I could use a good break and that sounds about perfect for shrugging stress away! Want me to bring anything? Pizza? Chips 'n gravy?"

My early days were spent much like every first-gen unit. After a brief moment to download all necessary files, we were put to work in the homes of our Builders, at the mercy of their every whim. I now regret what happened to them but I can not change the past. How was your childhood learning phase?"

Its not easy being this pretty

Eying the other and her movements cautiously, Otzot considered her actions.
"I was unaware that this was a reserved shadow corner. I may not be a 'reman' ambassador, but I hope my presence here isn't unwelcome?"

*chuckles menacingly from the shadows.*
"Soon."

"That's actually a good way to approach things. That way things flow naturally and nothing feels forced or awkward. I can respect that."

"That seems mildly threatening. Your companion is what the organics would call 'adorable' though."

"I would actually be curious as to the process required for such plotting."