oldboyjensrps:

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.”

oldboyjensrps:

“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.

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“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.

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“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.”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“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.”

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

She gasped and held the furby to herself protectively “Will that hurt it? It’s from the future maybe it has nerve endings we gotta put it under first.”

It countinued to babble in furbish.

Dell straightened his back and tilted his head “that’s a fair point” he said slowly “but I don’t think living things have to be turned on in order to work.” He reached out and took the furby in his hands as it babbled on and put it against his ear to listen, trying to hear if there was anything mechanical or a heart beat or something.

“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.

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

She grinned big and fiddled with the thing’s ears as it replied, “You. Are evil. And so, so right. So very right. Ooh what if it had a knife too somehow I don’t know how that would work maybe just gun. Mini mini sentry sentry. You’re a genius.”

The furby purred contentedly.

He shook his head “no no, knives are kind of boring” he said softly “what this little fella needs is a small, and powerful gun. Something that can really pack a punch, catch them by surprise you know?”

He poked at it, listing to the furby giggle. “Should probably get this fur off of the thing before I start working.”

She gasped and held the furby to herself protectively “Will that hurt it? It’s from the future maybe it has nerve endings we gotta put it under first.”

It countinued to babble in furbish.

bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“Honestly me neither, but sometimes it just happens to Handy. They accidentally bring back a lot of weird anachronistic stuff when time and space unravel a bit. It be like that sometimes.”

She turns her head nearly upside down to look at the critter’s face as he begins working with it, poking its beak.

“I think it’s charming in a horrible, monstery way. I’m hoping we can convince it to be on our side and- wait. Dell. This is robotic. Do you think. You could. Fit a very, very little gun in it?”

His eyes intently lit up, and he pulled the furby close “we could” he said “no no. We should!” A large grin, almost scary spread across his face. The gears were turning as he thought about how to do it. He was so busy thinking, he didn’t even realize the thing has turned on.

It spoke in mostly gibberish (or Furbish as it’s actually called). Dells placed it upright on the table and looked it over “could help when spys sap sentries. Something to frighten them. Like an extra alarm system.”

She grinned big and fiddled with the thing’s ears as it replied, “You. Are evil. And so, so right. So very right. Ooh what if it had a knife too somehow I don’t know how that would work maybe just gun. Mini mini sentry sentry. You’re a genius.”

The furby purred contentedly.

bluteamblueprints:

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He made a face as he turned the fuzzy thing upside down “I don’t blame you” Dell said softly. He looked at the furby, it looked creepy. And like something that would probably be possessed.

“I’m not so sure we should be messing with stuff from the future, butterfly effect and all” he explained. Still, he was in the process of opening the hatch on the bottom as he spoke, his damn curiosity always had gotten the better of him.

“At least if this thing tryst to kill us, we can drop kick it” he joked.

“Honestly me neither, but sometimes it just happens to Handy. They accidentally bring back a lot of weird anachronistic stuff when time and space unravel a bit. It be like that sometimes.”

She turns her head nearly upside down to look at the critter’s face as he begins working with it, poking its beak.

“I think it’s charming in a horrible, monstery way. I’m hoping we can convince it to be on our side and- wait. Dell. This is robotic. Do you think. You could. Fit a very, very little gun in it?”

&*& (mess)

bluteamblueprints:

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“How do I work this thing?” Dell furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the odd contraption sitting in front of him. Normally, he could work it out, but this… this was something different.

“I know, it’s weird right? A friend of mine accidentally picked it up from the future when they had a bad episode. It’s called a “furby,” and they gave it to me after an exorcism didn’t do anything to make it less “cursed.” Apparently it’s a robot and runs on these.”

She showed him some AA batteries.

“They told me that it wakes up if you put these in the slot here on the bottom then press this button while the thing is still upside down until it starts moving. I was too scared to do it on my own.”