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`` why did we need to know this information moron bot. ``

`` affection . . . . mm . . . ``

`` we're the same. Welcome back. "Old sport." You've been in the ground a long time. ``

`` should be /very/ glad. You put me through so much midterm inspection type crap. `` Staring the other down, she thankfully seemed docile. . . For now.

And likewise, she'd be here for him. Although she didn't always outwardly show that.

`` at the end of the day. On fact remains true. `` A self assured grin formed `` You're still an idiot. But in an acceptable way. I suppose. ``

Snatching a paper from someone's bag she mused over it "It's a bust or be busted world" `` what the hell does THAT mean. ``

`` why though. What purpose does it serve? ``

`` pretty much a pro at it. `` Was her reply as she gave a slight shrug

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`` I'm not . . . Sure admittedly. `` J was abit perplexed as to what to do

Snapping from her mind she gave a snap `` Right, I did. Well. Come on then, slow poke. ``

After a short trek (a lie, it was quite far) there, they stood before the gigantic looming doors that signaled exactly where they were. The colony.

`` one moment. `` She stepped off into darkness `` wait right there. Do /not/ move. ``

`` I am /not/ doing that. `` Arms crossed, she was glaring down at the [ r e a d e r ] `` you'd never get me to do this dumb idea is a million years. ``

3 years ago today, the ‘Murder Drones’ pilot released on YouTube.

After a short while, she returned. Her disassembly form changed. It seems she'd transfered her consciousness into another shell. This worker form kept her hair the same but colored brown, as her movements were more relaxed. `` you ready, idiot? ``

Famously inconsistent, but never half assed. Life resumes where we last saw her. Existing in the wastes, but still very much alive.

Let's see how did this go before . . . Mm, yes, long hiatus, zero explanation. Now a hook is needed. `` Serial Designation J. Reporting for duty. Clocked. `` `` in. ``