[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

[onemind]

Incorrect. Detection from public security or interested third parties.

[He sounds mild, unbothered.]

[narcissithstic]

I'll speak to Sam. [Slicers can always bypass security - they've employed enough over the years, after all, and Samuel is...particularly skilled.]

We'll fix you.

[onemind]

I believe your colleague Pidge is already working on the matter. Maybe you should speak to her?

[A pause. Click, click, whir.]

Is there a particular reason you want to repair me?

[narcissithstic]

Because you're staying here, under our protection. [Of course it'd be Pidge - he'll have to speak to her later.] You can't expect to take without giving something back.

A few menial errands, at least.

[onemind]

[Click. Click. Whir.]

I see.

[It's hard to tell since he's unmoving and prone, but the android sure sounds... unimpressed?]

[narcissithstic]

[Buddy don't think for a second he won't disassemble you in a hot minute if you give him lip when you've got leggies.]

You will.

[A lengthy beat - Ren gives a curt nod and then turns to leave.]

Enjoy your recovery.

[onemind]

Thank you, I appreciate the sentiment.

[lips all over you; you're not his real dad etc]