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Joan grumbles. "Sure, YOU get one." SCAR looks almost sad. "One? What do you mean?" Joan shrugs. "Yeah, to get a SCAR is a real great gift." It seems that SCAR would be crying, if capable. "A gift?" SCAR turns to Kayle. "Am I a gift, Master Kayle?"
Joan smiles. "That stuff out there, I thought I'd be bringing in a nine year old or something." SCAR smiles as well. "Thank you, Master Kayle. Take note now that biological engineering means I'm capable of doing anything the current species I am formed as is." SCAR leans closer. "Anything." Joan wrinkles her nose. "Don't touch him. I'm sure he doesn't want cold metal touching him." SCAR turns red. "Shut up, Commander!"
SCAR accesses its (her?) files. "No known way to reverse the effects of poistone. Sorry, Master Kayle." Joan shakes her head. "Fine, have your night with an obsessed robot." SCAR eyes Joan coldly. "I am not a robot. I am an emotional mechanical intelligence. And I am not obsessed."
Edited by Draconus on 10/24/2012 11:53 AM PDT
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