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[melonchanic]

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    More… Robots? The robot stared at the other, analyzing.

[roboticmix]

█ █ █ █ //: The emote derived from his facial screen pings that of excitement while sight prolongs imperceptibly from his own attentive to the mass before him - data among metadata anatomizes throughout interfaces of his mind and detects similarities of consistency to which he would soon approach the other with a naive broach, a shrill of patent excitement amid a cybernated tone.

      " Could we be -- One of the same? "

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[royalcerulean]

Incredible. This was nothing Nero has ever seen before— though it wasn’t like he thought it was impossible. The knight has seen many things before, who wouldn’t believe a talking contraption after talking to lesser demon trash? To compare this device with the likes of them would be an insult though— not like he did in the first place. Clearly this robot had intelligence. This is way too cool, the teen thought to himself. “Hey, don’t sweat it.” Arms crossed over his chest and a small smirk of amusement was on his lips now. Fascination overpowered the sounds of gears screeching together and the stutter of atmospheric static.

The effort to become more expressive and lax was evident. It caused Nero hum in thought, hoping that this robot named Com wouldn’t push itself so far that it’d have some overload. It wasn’t often that Nero had a delightful introduction with people or things he had come across, but there was no rejecting that here. “Com, eh? Sounds smokin’ with style.” Nero, not one to shake hands, extended his hand out in the form of a fist instead to the other. “The name’s Nero, buddy.” Despite the whole thought of Com’s intelligence, it was one of the things that wasn’t in his best interest. Com was looking for a friend, and Nero was going to be just that.

[roboticmix]

█ █ █ █ //: There was a brief silence between the two that the robot would respect and heed patience through. He observed plenty of humans who would do that - the most likely scenario was either surprisal or musing that a mechanized being such as himself could not yet translate. But while his 'friend' would begin a continuation of former words, confusion contorted the screens' facial display - don't sweat it - he reiterates that simple dialogue in attempt to render the line for his mind to properly retort to but he only emanates his confusion to a reply he deemed worthy.

              " Com is unable to sweat -- ?                  Would you like to choose                  a different command ? "

█ █ █ █ //: Before that query could be sufficed with an immediate answer, the secondary statement would cause even more confusion - maybe there was a figurative relation between words or perhaps a novel slang that he has not yet decrypted. There was a yearn to verbalize - but sir are words able to smoke with style? The imagination was thoroughly running through his mind from abstract to simple - which all begun to overheat his system until he'd just accept - humans are really strange. But as a single limb would outstretch and proffer genuine credence - he tilts his head from the unknown action, humming a computer-like resonance before his own would go through mild travail with a prolonged and barely audible screech of his metallic arm [that was covered through human skin]. Then and there would the others' hand be grasped upon, with the name of his new friend, saved into retention.

              " The name Nero is also                  smoking with said style !                  Did I do that correctly ? "

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“With your feet on the air…  and your head on the ground..  Try this trick and spin it, yeah." ♪ Perhaps Aoba would regret having Clear hang around for so long in the mornings on those lazy weekends where the radio would be buzzing and gloved hands would be sinking deep into crystal bubbles (that of which Clear would compare to jellyfish — obviously), a certain song had managed to worm it’s way through wires galore to get itself stuck inside the android’s head, a tune to which Clear thought to be beautiful, yet he questions the meaning behind the lyrics, but of course would continue to sing them regardless. He hopes to perhaps try and decipher the meaning by repeating the song over and over, much like trying to crack a code.

[roboticmix]

█ █ █ █ //: A familiar verse once heard decoded almost rapidly from numbers to cohesive English throughout a systematic psyche that set aflame inner excitement. It was a lyrical relish when he first booted, it was instant love through rhythm and beat that allotted for his entirety to actuate a vast amount of foreign movement that one would call a -- dance? Ponders he'd done -- whether to adjoin with the strangers cantabile flux of a single song known to him - or avoid it as if he's never heard of such melody -- what would a human do in such occasion? Before he could grasp the concept and complex mind of such beings - he found himself singing along almost aimlessly.

              " Your head will collapse ,                 But there's nothing in it.                 And you'll ask yourself-- 

                Where is my mind ? "

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詩人。

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[royalcerulean]

Unknown location— yet almost familiar. The bright lights and the sound of the faint buzzing of electronics everywhere brought on a wave of nostalgia for Nero as royal cerulean eyes were shielded only slightly by the lids.  A huff of frustration escaped slightly parted lips and he gave in, using his left hand to shield his eyes. In no time, Nero was able to regain his vision, but just barely. Each time he blinked he saw walls of colors that were nonexistent, though that didn’t stop the ivory-haired male to spot the unknown contraption that had spotted his figure— and was that a exclamation mark?

Lips parted further to ask necessary questions pertaining his location, though that was interrupted when the robot actually spoke. It talks, Nero noted, a tad bit baffled by his situation. “Friends?” he repeated, eyes weary of the other, for it knew that Nero was not completely human. “That’s definitely a new way to greet someone,” the knight said, placing a hand on his hip, thinking hard about the question. Nero didn’t exactly warm up to people too quickly— but obviously this contraption wasn’t a person. Time for a new change of pace, and quickly.

"Heh. Why the hell not?"

[roboticmix]

█ █ █ █ //: A repetition of former input becomes a stimulant for proper answers - whether the bot can discern rhetorical or not - was a difficult feat provided a perplexed system that only humans can manage. Though as additive verbiage courses through this ones' automaton mind to decipher through bits and binary, could it be what one would label a compliment? If so, the robots' mind worked as arduous as gears chafing ruggedly amongst each other for some kind of decent product or assemblage through rusty alloy - only to come up with basic gratitude with severed dialogue. 

              " Thank you, sir !                 I a̶͢͝b̾s̩͋͘oͬlͬu̞t̀e̅l͒y̵& do try to be                 pleasant ćͬöm̫͑pͮ͆a̵͖͂nͯ͊᷃͟ÿ̬́ͨ̿. "

█ █ █ █ //: Further observance can ascertain the stance of the other, a more lax one in contradictory of his own that he seemed to unwind as well in order to adapt and seem more natural or humanlike. And while the stranger complies to his prior words, excitement could be vaguely heard through the unmodulated tone that made visible its' effort to sound more energized than a mechanical vox can contend - almost sounding like a slight creak.

              " What a delight !                 To initiate c͎̽̓o̡̬͜m̅̆͡p̳͏̊a̶̠͊n̩͒̑iͣ᷃ͥo᷿̽̚n̟᷇ͣs͕ͥ̾h͓́͂i̠͚᷈p̦ͫͥ  procedures,                 my name will be made available to you.                 You can i̚d̑e̸n̅t̖iͅf͛y͟ me as Com.                 Would you mind submitting y͛oͧu̬ṙsͧ new friend ? "

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Daniel Arsham. 

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█ █ █ █ //: The metallic shrill that prompted by meager movement of this ones’ cubed caput could no doubt wreck the core of an auditory cortex to face a viewer, but it held the sweetest lullaby to one that inherits it in the most deplorable way. By then, systems would initiate a task so rigorous - CPU’s alternating a state of decrease to increase just to scan and discern this one foreign being from a possible - - transportation sequence? The screen that those known would call his visage - would submit to a state of static before displaying an italicized exclamation mark once it’s obtained the proper data.

█ █ █ █ //: A monotonic voice that seethed multiple pitches - executed as if to overexert and reach upbeat; most lows than any highs, with its sporadic echoes, would direct to the pale-fibrillose male with a tegument-layered hand that lifted in the slightest - emitting a suppressed shriek.

              " You are not all human! But nor am I.                 So would that make it more compatible                 for us to become friends ? "

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