“Yeah, your face plates. I’ve seen Exos with expressions before. Or… oh.” Robots, robots, robots. Imagine the horror from Blade Runner to reality, these robots aren’t even humanoid. It’s a little disappointing, to say the least. Jed scratches at the thick of his beard, a hum emanating. “You don’t have to be sassy with me, Optimus Prime.”
His head tilted slightly to the side. That... nickname didn't seem to ring any bells.
" Optimus... prime? I... don't understand. "
Maddox had to admit, he felt a bit silly when he didn't get some of the, what he assumed to be, early 20th century references to the pop culture of then. In all his studies of the human race, he only ever touched on things like the biology and the mindset of them. Never the culture.
" Would you... explain? And my apologies, I didn't mean to be... 'sassy'. "













