[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.]

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[headinjuries]

Yeah, like -

[ Wait.

...waaaaait. ]

I can kick anyone's butt at poker.

[ There. That's a nice non-compromising in any way answer, he'll just be giving himself a mental pat on the back now. ]

[onemind]

[The android makes a small, sharp noise. It might be difficult to parse without the context of an expression or movement through the neck and shoulders, but-- oh. It was a laugh, wasn't it?]

Of course.

[Clever child.]

We'll have to play some time then. Once I'm fully online again.

[headinjuries]

[ It takes Sam a moment to get it, but he's used to having to try and read the mood with aliens, and at least the androids here are still working off a fairly human frame of reference. ]

You're on.

[ ...metaphorically, but literally that works too, huh. ]