“The CEO question is a lot less complicated to answer. After Mayday and Zuke won, they were wondering what to do next. As much as I had my gripes with that… woman-” there was a slight snarl in his voice that betrayed his emotions and deep-rooted rage; just for a moment, “-I agreed with her on one thing: they had no idea how to run NSR. Fortunately for both of them I kept up with all the ignored issues that were plaguing Vinyl City.”
He takes a moment to sip his coffee before continuing, “We made an agreement - they would be the figureheads and I would be the CEO. They had the power to fight back against people who would threaten what they fought for, I had the knowledge in how to run a nation. It was just a natural evolution of our symbiotic relationship.”
“As for… my Neon J. He’s out fighting wars again, especially what happened to his 1010…” he sighed, tsk-ing a little bit while shaking his head, “To put it simply and spare you the beurocracy, people outside of 1010’s fanbase were starting to have concerns over robots. How much they cost to maintain, loss of jobs - don’t even get me started on the ‘debate’ between pro- and anti-robot relationships.”
Another sip of his coffee. Already this was starting to sound awful… Though he was being completely neutral in tone and mannerisms, the way he talked was chilling. It would only get worse and worse the longer he talked. He was too sterile, too removed from the situation.
“Things were starting to get a little chaotic and violent, so I had to enforce restrictions to keep the peace. Of course, your soldiers back then were at the forefront of protests against these regulations. Peaceful protests… mostly.”
He had been staring at the screen to not make Neon J any more nervous, but at these next words he stared right into the camera, “The night the law passed - this was some six months ago from now - I went to go visit my Neon J to discuss options on what to do with his soldiers. It seemed the red one - Zimelu, I think was its designation - had a grevious error in its programming. It attacked me, riiiiiight here-” He leaned forwards, emphasizing his point by tracing the scar, jaw to hairline, “-and nearly split my head in half with its saw weapon.”
He pauses a moment to let that fact sink in, leaning back in his seat. “Needless to say, NSR-approved robots were on the scene in minutes as those five fled. I don’t know fully what happened after that, I was carted off to a hospital for my wounds. But from what I understood through the corporate grapevine, he’d found the five of them scrapped in the junkyard.”
“Shortly after that, J left Vinyl City, went back to being a navel man.” Sip, finishing off the last if his coffee, “He hasn’t officially quit yet, but while he’s gone we assigned a new charter to Metro Division. She’s a real doll - Swingin’ Sally is her stage name. I think you’d find the division a lot more homely. She’s so busy with her new post that she can’t leave herself for these buisness trips. So here I am!”
He’s surprised to hear B2J were even okay being figureheads for what essentially was a new NSR. The very thing they fought against. He wonders what could have been slightly different for them to decide to keep going with it. To not go against the grain once again like what happened in his own world.
He groans a little, his way of letting the other man know he’d be frowning if he could. “It’s good that you’re tackling the issues we’re having difficulty managing,but.. nothing is that simple. everything has pros and cons when it comes to plans. surely something else is being neglected now… But it is not my place to lecture you on such things. I manage 1010, not NSR… I mean I do what I can for the citizens of Vinyl city, but.. I’m just 1 man.”
Then the story of what happened to this other world’s Neon J was told and what happened to his troops… His hands were hidden under the table, and good thing too… They were balled into tighter and tighter fists the more he listened to the man tell his story. He was going to break something if he didn’t stop to calm down.
He mention of Zimelu attacking Kliff and causing that damage managed to calm him down a little and the cyborg let out a small breathy chuckle. “Good.” he thought to himself with pride. There was no error in his programming, not at all. Though sure, for the most part they had to follow the laws of robotics.. J gave them the choice to not follow it if they felt threatened to such a degree that they needed to harm a human to save themselves or a larger amount of lives. They usually knew better than to use lethal force, but in this case… Zimelu did the right thing. Getting rid of this Kliff would have brought on another revolution.
“I… See… I can understand why he chose to return to the navy. After what happened to 1010 and the general populace distance for robots… Humph. after everything robotics have done to help make life easier.. this is what they do?..”
He’s clearly uncomfortable. He doesn’t want this Kliff poisoning the minds of the residents here against robots. He doesn’t want him messing with anything around here, really. And he better stay well clear from his boys.
“Tis a shame the boys were destroyed… I could have taken them in.”
The talk of the replacement charter and what had become of the Metro division leaves him uneasy. He\s never met the woman, so he shouldn’t and won’t hold ill will towards her. she’s just doing her best for Vinyl city.
“Ah, I’m sure she’s quite lovely. I’ll assume her musical style is swing? That’’s a good one. Great for dancing…” It’ll be hard to keep up a conversation with this man after that info dump he got. Was 1010 really gone in that world? was there really nothing left? He’ll be sure to give his own boys a long big hug when he gets the chance.
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