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 “Oh you have a guinea pig already? Do I know who?” Her eyes were bright with curiosity as she watched, “Rest in pieces them.”

She stood back and observed the creation.

“I should be able to patch fur up with some fabric scraps” she murmured, patting the critter too, “He looks great though. This is going to drive someone crazy and I’m excited.”

He let out a laugh “yeah, the other teams spy” Dell told her “he’s gonna be ramping up his attempts to get under my skin, so I figure a little more competition is only fair.” He spoke as if it was all a game to him, just to annoy the spy and make his job harder. After all that’s what happened to him, may as well give the guy a taste of his own medicine. 

“Driving him crazy is the plan, after all. It’s going to be fun.” 

She went quiet and made a muppety face. You know, like when their mouths squish? Messenger had to literally bite her tongue to avoid saying something dumb and out of contract or laughing too much. She took a moment, breathed, and settled herself slightly.

“Ohoho, well… this’ll be… really fun… and interesting. What ah, what did you do to earn a Spy’s particular targeting? If I maayyyy aaassk?”

╳-Dastardlydapperbastard because we both know how much I want to do it.

“I’m sorry Spy.”

Messenger knew what kind of cold it was setting in her limbs. She’s been here before, on the cusp, but this time there were no doctors within reach. Her luck had run out in an instant of brainless bravado and two bullets.

“I didn’t, didn’t think he’d fire twice. Thought I could take one…”

Spy had taken their target out a moment after she fell. She didn’t see how, didn’t even know if the man was dead. Spy sometimes took his time with things… She should stand before the cold got more of her.

Messenger couldn’t get a good connection to her muscles. Even her brain was slowing…oh no. For a moment she could feel arms around her, trying to hold her… upright maybe? Images weren’t really making any sense anymore, but it smelled nice. Someone was using the crockpot huh? She wondered what was for dinner before remembering the terrible unforgivable thing.

“Oh no…I’m getting blood on your suit…”

 And her eyes fell dull.

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“You genius that’s perfect. Nobody’ll see it coming,” she grinned “And ow hope he doesn’t turn on us because that’ll sting. It also means possibly reusing casings or shrapnel bits which is always nice for conserving ammo.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking” he told her, nodding slightly. Dell continued to work as he spoke “we’ll have to test it when it’s finished. I’ve got an idea of who I want to test it on. Got sort of a” he paused for a moment. What was it? He wondered how to word it “a rivalry, I guess.” 

A smile spread across his face as he worked on it some more. Adjusting the furby slightly as it did. It was clear as he was finishing that the fur wasn’t going to fit anymore. “Well it doesn’t look cute, but I think he’s done.” Dell patted the furby on the head softly as he spoke, taking pride in his work. 

 “Oh you have a guinea pig already? Do I know who?” Her eyes were bright with curiosity as she watched, “Rest in pieces them.”

She stood back and observed the creation.

“I should be able to patch fur up with some fabric scraps” she murmured, patting the critter too, “He looks great though. This is going to drive someone crazy and I’m excited.”

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Messenger didn’t mind lack of conversation. She watched him and thought about 20 different things at once, several songs, the eventual overthrow of humanity by sentient machines, perfectly round ducks, the fact that whale babies don’t actually suckle to consume their milk like other mammals because if they did they would drown, her next writing assignment for the mag, where to fit a turret in all that plastic and wiring. It would be interesting to see how Dell went about tackling it. And she was, above all, watching to see how he did.

He was fairly silent while he worked, only muttering “oh I see” and “I could do this” now and then. He had each part pulled off, and stuck back on again. Occasionally he would pop the batteries in after switching some things around to see how it would change its workings.

 It was about 40 minutes later when he took a step back “I know just what to do with it. It’s going to take some work, but I really think I can make a great weapon here.” He walked off, leaving the now slightly mangled furby sitting on his work table. He came back with a handful of other parts and plopped them on the table “he ain’t gonna fire actual bullets, but small pieces of scrap metal. It’s sharp. Chances are it won’t kill anyone, but it will hurt then.”

“You genius that’s perfect. Nobody’ll see it coming,” she grinned “And ow hope he doesn’t turn on us because that’ll sting. It also means possibly reusing casings or shrapnel bits which is always nice for conserving ammo.”

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“Who wouldn’t want to be part gun?” She examined the furby “Chedna. Or ednarlie. Compromise? I think robots can have as much or as little gender as they want, but that’s a question it would have to answer for itself.”

She sat and watched him working to get the skin off, curious what it would look like underneath.

“Chadan has a nice ring to it” he said. Dell carefully cut the fur away, trying to get it all on on. It looked disturbing without the fur on it, creepy even. Dell didn’t seem too bothered by it as he reached out and flipped it over, trying to get a better look at the wiring and mechanics. 

He slowly began to take it apart, carefully inspecting it as he did, slowly losing himself into the work. When he was focused on something, the rest of the world seemed to fall away. 

Messenger didn’t mind lack of conversation. She watched him and thought about 20 different things at once, several songs, the eventual overthrow of humanity by sentient machines, perfectly round ducks, the fact that whale babies don’t actually suckle to consume their milk like other mammals because if they did they would drown, her next writing assignment for the mag, where to fit a turret in all that plastic and wiring. It would be interesting to see how Dell went about tackling it. And she was, above all, watching to see how he did.

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“As long as we are kind and loving perhaps we have nothing to fear,” she said, hiding her actual nervousness with a dramatic, Jane Austen speak sorta delivery, “And yes. I’ll die on this hill but he looks like a Charlie. Am I dooming us all? Probably. Sue me.”

He nodded a bit “that’s true. Do you think adding guns to it is the loving thing to do” he asked, as he popped the batteries out “at least it will be able to protect itself that way.” 

“Charlie, huh” Dell looked over the furby “I dunno, I was thinking more Zachary. Or Edna.” He shrugged a bit and plopped in onto his work table “could be a girl for all we know… do robots have genders?” 

“Who wouldn’t want to be part gun?” She examined the furby “Chedna. Or ednarlie. Compromise? I think robots can have as much or as little gender as they want, but that’s a question it would have to answer for itself.”

She sat and watched him working to get the skin off, curious what it would look like underneath.

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“it knows” she whispered, then thought, “Uhhh… I think somewhere like 30 years or so? They were a couple places at once but one location was 90s so it could have been that? I for one welcome our sentient robot overlords.”

She looked at the furby which had giggled, “That was a joke, Charlie.”

He made a face “I just hope we’re not on the wrong end of it” he joked along with her. Dell held the Furby above his head and began to take the bottom of the battery pack out. He didn’t want to deal with the sounds it made when it was upside down.

“Did you just give it a name” he asked, arching a brow. 

“As long as we are kind and loving perhaps we have nothing to fear,” she said, hiding her actual nervousness with a dramatic, Jane Austen speak sorta delivery, “And yes. I’ll die on this hill but he looks like a Charlie. Am I dooming us all? Probably. Sue me.”

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“It’s the future Dell! I don’t know maybe this is the form of sentient life!”

It sounded like the buzz of electrical things. No heartbeat.

“And we gotta turn on every morning and after naps otherwise our brains die. So. There? I dunno I just think we should take the batteries out first I’d feel bad if it was moving while you skinned it. And probably get some sort of karmic punishment.”

She grinned to hide her actual fear of that happening. Honestly her intrusive thoughts were having a hayday but she pushed them down for later. Probably for when she would be trying to get to sleep. They were doing the critter a service everything was fine.

“You’re right” Dell nodded, quickly flipping the furby upside down again “the last thing I want to do is piss off a sentient robot. Don’t need it turning on us next.” He was mostly joking as he spoke, but part of him knew, or at least believed, that it could happen one day. 

A noise came from the furby, as if it knew what was happening to it when Dell flipped it over “how far in the future is this adorably creepy little guy from” he asked, eyeing it. It didn’t shut up until he flipped it right side up again. 

His curiosity grew more. If she had a friend who could being back future electronics, he could fiddle around with so much, and learn so much. Hell, he could even use parts in his own creations. 

“it knows” she whispered, then thought, “Uhhh… I think somewhere like 30 years or so? They were a couple places at once but one location was 90s so it could have been that? I for one welcome our sentient robot overlords.”

She looked at the furby which had giggled, “That was a joke, Charlie.”