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Who: Metabee and You
Where: Trailblazer Dorms, CONDOR HQ, Some Park
When: About a week after the cyborg invasion
What: Metabee's back in society after getting his programming cleaned up.
Warnings: Grumpy teen robots
Waking up alone in the one of the towers was not really the ideal way to come back online. With the AI out of commission, and no longer screwing up his core processing, his internal readouts were going crazy with error reports. He managed to get himself out of the tower and called up the Medabot Corp first thing, feeling pretty rundown. It didn't take them long to track him down and get him back to the labs, and even moving quick on the repairs it was still nearly a week by the time they were willing to let him out.
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CONOR HQ
As soon as Metabee has passed all the tests AGAIN, he'd been sent over to CONOR HQ for a debrief. Which was as bring as painful as it sounded, since he had to recount how he got abducted after attempting to met with Dr. Dynamo, putting his teammate at risk in the process, and proceed to assist the AI in it's questionable goals. They'd been at it for hours, asking a hundred questions, many of which he couldn't answer. It felt like forever before they finally approved him to return to the Trailblazers.
He was currently sulking on on of the hall benches near the exit, waiting for a ride to drive him back to the dorms.
TRAILBLAZER DORMS
Coming back to the dorms was simultaneously a relief and a little weird. Metabee hadn't exactly treated the others the nicest he could have when he was being controlled by the AI, and he knew them all well enough to know they were probably sitting on grudges. Or 'I told you so's, considering how many of them had accurately suspected he was making a lousy decision.
When he quietly pushed the main door open, no one else was around, but then most people didn't hang out by the front door anyway. He made his way down the hallway, hesitating a brief moment before calling out.
"Yo, guys, I'm back and not brainwashed."
SOME PARK
Even having just come back form being brainwashed, when public opinion was very much again AIs right now, there was only so much sitting around Metabee could handle. He'd waited till it was a little less busy outside to head down to the park nearest the dorms, climb one of the larger trees in the area, and parked out on his favorite branch to people watch. He wasn't exactly out of sight, but it was pretty clear he wasn't exactly open to interaction right now. Even on that short walk he'd gotten some pretty nasty glares from people, being an AI wasn't exactly the most popular thing right now.
Where: Trailblazer Dorms, CONDOR HQ, Some Park
When: About a week after the cyborg invasion
What: Metabee's back in society after getting his programming cleaned up.
Warnings: Grumpy teen robots
Waking up alone in the one of the towers was not really the ideal way to come back online. With the AI out of commission, and no longer screwing up his core processing, his internal readouts were going crazy with error reports. He managed to get himself out of the tower and called up the Medabot Corp first thing, feeling pretty rundown. It didn't take them long to track him down and get him back to the labs, and even moving quick on the repairs it was still nearly a week by the time they were willing to let him out.
Enter your cut contents here.
CONOR HQ
As soon as Metabee has passed all the tests AGAIN, he'd been sent over to CONOR HQ for a debrief. Which was as bring as painful as it sounded, since he had to recount how he got abducted after attempting to met with Dr. Dynamo, putting his teammate at risk in the process, and proceed to assist the AI in it's questionable goals. They'd been at it for hours, asking a hundred questions, many of which he couldn't answer. It felt like forever before they finally approved him to return to the Trailblazers.
He was currently sulking on on of the hall benches near the exit, waiting for a ride to drive him back to the dorms.
TRAILBLAZER DORMS
Coming back to the dorms was simultaneously a relief and a little weird. Metabee hadn't exactly treated the others the nicest he could have when he was being controlled by the AI, and he knew them all well enough to know they were probably sitting on grudges. Or 'I told you so's, considering how many of them had accurately suspected he was making a lousy decision.
When he quietly pushed the main door open, no one else was around, but then most people didn't hang out by the front door anyway. He made his way down the hallway, hesitating a brief moment before calling out.
"Yo, guys, I'm back and not brainwashed."
SOME PARK
Even having just come back form being brainwashed, when public opinion was very much again AIs right now, there was only so much sitting around Metabee could handle. He'd waited till it was a little less busy outside to head down to the park nearest the dorms, climb one of the larger trees in the area, and parked out on his favorite branch to people watch. He wasn't exactly out of sight, but it was pretty clear he wasn't exactly open to interaction right now. Even on that short walk he'd gotten some pretty nasty glares from people, being an AI wasn't exactly the most popular thing right now.
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She wasn't sure how good the chances were of actually encountering any of them by just drifting around like this, but it was worth a shot, and it wasn't like she had much to go on here.
What she was not expecting or intending was to see a rather familiar yellow robot sitting in a tree at a park.
The moment she saw Metabee, she froze, a few yards away from the tree. Then she ran up to the base of the trunk, pointing up at him accusingly. "It's YOU! What are you doing here?!"
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"AARGH! Oh, you know, just hanging around." It was hard to miss the growl as sarcasm as he clutched on the branch for dear life.
"Look I'm sorry about that stuff at the towers, but it wasn't my fault so can we just drop it? Thanks." He scrambled back onto the branch in a huff, glaring down at her from his perch.
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True, him passing out suddenly was kind of weird. And she did know that some robots' brains had been messed with. But right now she was too busy being ticked off to quite make the connection there.
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"I mean yeah, I did call your friends trash but trust me that is not my normal opinion on superheroes. I obviously wouldn't be a Trailblazer if that were the case, dude."
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Then she heard something that caught her attention. "Wait, wait, hold on - you're a Trailblazer?" After a moment of thought, running through names in her head, she pointed at him again, though more excited than accusatory now. "Bronze Beetle, right?"
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"Why, you a fan or something?"
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She made a couple attempts to climb the tree in order to get more level with him, but ended up mis-stepping each time. "Dammit. Haven't climbed one of these in forever. Uh..."
She settled for standing a bit further back so that she wouldn't have to crane her neck so much. "So what's it like being in the Trailblazers? Must be pretty exciting, obviously, but how much do you guys get to, y'know, do your own thing and decide stuff?"
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Metabee swung down out of the tree, landing on the ground near the trunk so she wouldn't have to look up so far.
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"Well, either! I mean, if we're gonna call this an actual interview, then I'm probably expected to ask about missions and stuff, maybe with the occasional unnecessary personal question thrown in. So even if it's not an interview, I guess missions."
She had been told in the past that she kind of sucked at interviews, and the best way to improve at something was to practice, right? All the time.
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"Is this, like, and official interview? Are you going to be publishing this stuff?"
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"So who are these friends you keep mentioning. Any one I would know?"
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"Maybe. Know a guy named Neku? Red hair, kinda surly? Throws stuff with his brain?" If he does, that could be a big help; maybe she could finally get an actual lead here.
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"Do you usually wind up covering superhero stories?"
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Of course, she doesn't bother to wonder how Reaphook would feel about a discussion of his track record for being kidnapped.
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Who cares what Reaphook thinks, he isn't here.
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Supervillains are so weird.
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