[DAY :042] do androids dream of electric sheep?

[onemind]

[PING. If you happen to be surfing the Concordian extranet, a familiar looking window pops into the browser. --It's familiar at first glance, anyway. This has no identifying user, no chat text box. It might be more easily mistaken for an error message. It says:]

Hello. I'm awake.

[After thirty seconds, the window closes on its own. Should anyone connect one dot to the next and go check in the room where Kellix the skele!droid has been stored, they'll find him-- well, still prone in the made bed, but his optical receptors are lit up and his internal systems seem to be making fairly regular whirring and whizzing noises. That's a good sign, right?

These messages pop up whenever Kellix wakes up, for however short the interval. Hope you like pop-ups.]

Comments

here and then not;

[narcissithstic]

[Ren dislikes droids. Unlike the rest of his bloodline, he's never felt any deepset fondness for the machines that tend like drones to their daily lives. They're here for a mission, a firmly defined reason: sympathy or personal opinion has nothing to do with it.

Cup of caf in hand, drawn to the instincts of his broodmates, Ren peers in belatedly, squinting over the rim of his cup into that narrow space.

—and then leaves.

How many Hosts are going to grow attached to this thing the more they interact with it? How attached will his own broodmates be, given a week? A month?

Ugh, droids.]

[onemind]

[:3a]

[narcissithstic]

[ >:C ]

[frakkincylons]

[ he's already attached enough for the entire nest, fite him, kylie ]

[narcissithstic]

[So help him bro if that thing turns out to be a hindrance, he will.

And then he'll dismantle it himself.]