Morph Moth

Fallen Angel of the Island of Dreams

[robot-airforce]

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

“I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses…” she’d mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

[silkscrapkeeper]

“It is…infrequent that I run into anyone else trying to find ways of bringing fresh use out of things that society has long since discarded, and I may have gotten a little overinterested at the idea of talking with someone else on the subject. I’d mostly just been interested in conversation. Maybe I could have assisted with what you were looking for, I’m quite practiced at scavenging.”

He had a feeling she was lying about the gadget, because “Beeps if something is working” didn’t seem like something that would cause the panic response he’d witnessed when it went off earlier. But he wasn’t familiar with the device, maybe there was some nuance he’d missed. “May I see it in action?”

[robot-airforce]

“Look, I promise you it really isn’t that interesting what I have planned. It’s just for work. Some parts for some old storage units that are out of date. My boss is too cheap to buy new ones so I gotta make do.” she’d at least try to explain and sate his curiosity. Not that it gave much away and wasn’t again much further from the truth.

“I…ah… I guess. Though it will just pick up your electrical signals.” Phoebe would pull the device out and turn it on. Pointing it at him as it stirred to life. “Though you do emit a lot more EMF than some old fuses. As do most reploids.” she’d turn the device off again and pocket it. “I-is that everything? I mean, do you want some cash for the scrap? I didnt really know anyone really owned it.” she’d try to change the subject off of the maverick detection unit…

[silkscrapkeeper]

“Should give them more credit, maybe the limits on your funds are to encourage the extra inventiveness and creative problem solving. Would help reduce waste, find new ways to be efficient......or could just be a cheap corner cutter. Maybe not credit then, but you could try and find out. Maybe you find you can do better, replace them.”

He realized something that he hadn’t picked up on. “What is your line of work, anyway? What do you do?”

[robot-airforce]

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn't usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn't gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it's intended use was quite interesting. A device she'd developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She'd wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she'd keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she'd know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

"I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses..." she'd mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

[silkscrapkeeper]

“It is...infrequent that I run into anyone else trying to find ways of bringing fresh use out of things that society has long since discarded, and I may have gotten a little overinterested at the idea of talking with someone else on the subject. I’d mostly just been interested in conversation. Maybe I could have assisted with what you were looking for, I’m quite practiced at scavenging.”

He had a feeling she was lying about the gadget, because “Beeps if something is working” didn’t seem like something that would cause the panic response he’d witnessed when it went off earlier. But he wasn’t familiar with the device, maybe there was some nuance he’d missed. “May I see it in action?”

[robot-airforce]

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn't usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn't gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it's intended use was quite interesting. A device she'd developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She'd wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she'd keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she'd know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

"I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses..." she'd mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

[silkscrapkeeper]

“I’d like to know if you were working on something specific or just collecting things that might come in handy.” It was entirely true, and one of the reasons he wasn’t acting. It was a curious question with a puzzle that he wanted to check his answer on. “Couldn’t quite make it out from what you had in there.” He waved his arm at her loot.

As he turned back to look at her, he remembered that there had been another question that was on his mind, so he threw that one out for good measure. “And I suppose I’m curious to know what you thought would be out there that you’d have a scanner for. If it was something so worrying why would you have come all that way out....alone? Unguarded?”

[robot-airforce]

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

“I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses…” she’d mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

[silkscrapkeeper]

Sometimes attention to detail can be a problem. if you’re paying attention to the wrong ones. Like getting too distracted going through the possibilities of what could be done with a smattering of spare parts instead of noticing that the vehicle has come to a stop. It wasn’t until he heard the door close that he clocked on to what was going on. The place they ended up was indoors, and he wouldn’t be able to get enough height quickly to evade notice, and he wasn’t that light on his feet either.

He scrunched himself into the corner of the bed as well as he could, but there wasn’t really much he could do to hide.

[robot-airforce]

Looking in to her truck bed was one of the main things of the day Phoebe very quickly came to regret indeed. And going by how the day went so far, she couldn’t say she was surprised to see what she did.

The staring down of the huge maverick she had previously thought she’d shaken, crouched in the corner of her truck staring her down with as much bafflement as she had threw her through several mental and emotional loops. She wasn’t sure if she were to laugh, cry or ball up in to the smallest bundle she could manage.

“I er…ah…. I guess it’s your truck now. Good luck.” She’d stammer, turning on her heel and attempting a quick frog march away from him.

If she were lucky she might get to a guard station in time.

[silkscrapkeeper]

This close he could pick up on the fear that he’d only been able to guess at from afar. If she was that afraid, he had the advantage. And in that case he didn’t feel the need to act too urgently. He could draw it out. “I don’t drive. Don’t really want your truck. More that I’m just curious about what you were doing. what you needed parts for. Bit of a tinkerer myself. I could possibly look past the looting in exchange for some information. No need to worry about bringing any authorities into this.”

Not like a truckload of stolen trash would make a different to the junkyard as a whole, afterall.He stood up, climbing out of the bed of the truck to stand on the ground.

[robot-airforce]

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn't usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn't gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it's intended use was quite interesting. A device she'd developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She'd wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she'd keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she'd know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

"I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses..." she'd mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

[silkscrapkeeper]

Sometimes attention to detail can be a problem. if you’re paying attention to the wrong ones. Like getting too distracted going through the possibilities of what could be done with a smattering of spare parts instead of noticing that the vehicle has come to a stop. It wasn’t until he heard the door close that he clocked on to what was going on. The place they ended up was indoors, and he wouldn’t be able to get enough height quickly to evade notice, and he wasn’t that light on his feet either.

He scrunched himself into the corner of the bed as well as he could, but there wasn’t really much he could do to hide.

[robot-airforce]

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

“I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses…” she’d mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

[robot-airforce]

Phoebe would flinch at the sound of the clank, adjusting her rear view mirror… to see nothing in the bed. Perhaps it was just some of the parts she’d picked up shifting around in there? Not like she’d had much of a chance to secure them down before she left.

Fortunately for moth, Phoebes timing seemed to be impeccable as she’d look back at the road, and of course once getting near civilisation of some sort, she’d have to adhere to the speed limit and slow down. Trying to calm down and put what happened in the scrap yard behind her.

“Maybe I should take a nice oil bath when I get home. Get some candles, tea and just relax. I think I need it.” She’d contemplate to herself. Her guard lowering and now being blissfully unaware of her stowaway. 

[silkscrapkeeper]

An added benefit of shifting to the bed meant that he’d be harder to spot now that they were getting back to a populated area. He’d see what moves he could make once they had made it to a destination, but for the moment he busied himself with investigating her haul. He didn’t see much of a pattern, but could tell she wasn’t just melting down parts for the metals in them. Looked more like someone with a tendency to resort to improvised fixes that needed their junk drawer restocked.

Moth could roughly work out where they were going, but most of his outings away from the yard were in the seedier areas and he never explored or lingered much. He doubted that they were going to end up in any of the underbelly areas he would actually be familiar with. A criminally-minded individual would probably have tried to fight instead of running.

[robot-airforce]

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

“I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses…” she’d mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

[silkscrapkeeper]

More than anyone, Moth knew not to judge something by the exterior. Nevertheless, it was surprising to him that the truck started, and her initial hesitance to break in suggested some attachment.

She must have brought that with her here.

He fluttered for a little more height, then started a glide over closer. Unless it was far faster off the block than he was prepared to give it credit for, he should be able to get fairly close to it. Maybe he’d be able to land on the roof and see where she went.

It was only when he was committed to the manuever that he realized he didn’t have much practice landing on a moving target and might not be able to get a firm grip. It was about to be a learning experience for both of them.

[robot-airforce]

Admittedly, the acceleration wasn’t at its best. In fact the noise the vehicle made was utterly shambolic. However, it was likely enough for him to land without any notice from its driver who was checking her wing mirrors to see if the unknown reploid had followed her, if he timed it well with the racket the old rust bucket had made.

“I hate this. I hate this. I know I should have brought an escort.” The red head would mumble as she pressed herself back in to her seat in paranoia. “This was a dumb idea Phoebe. What the hell were you thinking??” She’d berate herself. Eyes focused on the broken road for any more hazards that might appear. Unaware Moth was still tailing her behind, had he already landed in her truck bed…

Her main focus was getting back to Abel city with the parts she’d collected. “It’s fine. He was probably chasing me away. Not like I have anything of interest to him that he’d be desperate to go after I’m sure.” She’d try reassure herself out loud, though wincing at the fact she caught herself talking to herself again.

“I need to transfer to the day shift. This is not good for my mental health.”

[silkscrapkeeper]

It was not the most graceful of landings, but it got the job done. He managed to land on the roof of the truck, although it took enough effort to maintain his position that he wouldn’t be doing much else while in motion. He had designed this form to be able to manuever in the air, not for...whatever this was. Notes for the next build, He held on as well as he could, knowing that he’d likely not be able to keep up if he took flight again.

But at the first sign of her slowing down, he’d try to get in the bed of the truck so he wouldn’t have to fight the wind to stay on. He could get a closer look at what the parts she was scavenging back there too.

[robot-airforce]

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn't usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn't gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it's intended use was quite interesting. A device she'd developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She'd wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she'd keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she'd know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

"I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses..." she'd mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

[silkscrapkeeper]

More than anyone, Moth knew not to judge something by the exterior. Nevertheless, it was surprising to him that the truck started, and her initial hesitance to break in suggested some attachment.

She must have brought that with her here.

He fluttered for a little more height, then started a glide over closer. Unless it was far faster off the block than he was prepared to give it credit for, he should be able to get fairly close to it. Maybe he’d be able to land on the roof and see where she went.

It was only when he was committed to the manuever that he realized he didn’t have much practice landing on a moving target and might not be able to get a firm grip. It was about to be a learning experience for both of them.

[robot-airforce]

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

“I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses…” she’d mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

[silkscrapkeeper]

He stayed in the air, still watching. He couldn’t be sure if she’d seen him at this distance. Even if she had, her behavoir wasn’t drastic enough to warrant a change in action on his part. If she’d drawn a weapon? He’d be ready for a fight. If she’d spoken to him, he’d talk. If she ran, he’d think of something.

But instead she was just continuing on towards what looked like another junked out pile of scrap that she’d been using to collect her smaller parts of scrap. So he would just watch. For now.

[robot-airforce]

As she got closer, her pace picked up in to a skip, jog and a full pelt as she’d swerve around her bonnet and grab the van door, rattling the latch.

“C'mon c'mon c'mon open!” She’d hiss under her breath, as if the truck knew she was in some kind of danger and decided in its malice to mess with her. The rusted up hinge had jammed itself again! The last time having had her climb in to the open window to unlock it from the inside and almost being arrested for breaking in to her own vehicle. Only this time the stakes were a tad bit higher.

[silkscrapkeeper]

Morph Moth continued to hover in place as the scene played out before him. He was, at this point, pretty sure the scavenging reploid had seen him. If she really thought she’d be able to lose him by hiding in a beatup truck-shaped pile of scrap and no attempt at misdirection he’d probably be doing reploid-kind a favor by selecting against her.

But it was an amusing enough diversion that he figured he’d let it play out. He moved a just a little closer, adjusting the angle so that if she did manage to get inside the truck he’d still have a decent line of sight through the window.

[robot-airforce]

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn't usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn't gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it's intended use was quite interesting. A device she'd developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She'd wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she'd keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she'd know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

"I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses..." she'd mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

[silkscrapkeeper]

He stayed in the air, still watching. He couldn’t be sure if she’d seen him at this distance. Even if she had, her behavoir wasn’t drastic enough to warrant a change in action on his part. If she’d drawn a weapon? He’d be ready for a fight. If she’d spoken to him, he’d talk. If she ran, he’d think of something.

But instead she was just continuing on towards what looked like another junked out pile of scrap that she’d been using to collect her smaller parts of scrap. So he would just watch. For now.

[robot-airforce]

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

“I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses…” she’d mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

[silkscrapkeeper]

It was rare to get visitors. That stuck around anyway. Occasionally more refuse would be dropped off, but nobody ever really lingered after. 

He got a little closer, wanting to watch. It looked like she was scavenging. Moth didn’t have an objection to that, as finding continued purpose for things thrown aside as junk was something he could respect. It wasn’t like the junkyard was in any danger of running out of junk, after all.

[robot-airforce]

The red headed reploid would wipe her brow after prying open a few of the old washing machines. Nothing but rusted drums and dried out mildew greeted her as whatever else was in there seemed to have rotted… And that’s when she heard it.

A faint blip from her belt made her pause with a small start and scan the area. Right now the signal was faint, but she deffinately couldn’t accredit it to the machines she’d opened… as awful the smell of mouldy washing machines was…

She’d get to her feet and consider if it was time to leave. Though her curiosity couldn’t help but tug her to pull up the scanner and at least wave it slowly in front of her just to make sure. Checking behind… nothing?

“Is there something buried under there?” She’d mutter.

The blip would stop, once out of range of its source for now as she’d move a couple of feet away.

[silkscrapkeeper]

From here, he couldn’t make out what, specifically, his guest was using, but the reaction to it going off meant that it was likely a Safety Concern.  Probably a wise precaution on her part, but he had to wonder what it was she was worried about.

Kicking off the ground he took flight, hovering into the air with his wings. It would give him a better view to observe, and if he was high enough he wouldn’t be immediately visible.

He moved a little closer once he was at a comfortable height.

[robot-airforce]

There it was again. The beeping! Whatever it had picked up wasn’t a fluke, and likely getting closer as its frequency began to intensify.

This threw Phoebe’s core through a small loop as the back of her neck began to run cold. She had only suspected remnants, but whatever this was, was much bigger than she had prepared for.

“Okay… this is fine. We’re just going to leave.” She’d assure herself shakily as she’d slowly turn, though the beeping this time didn’t seem to let up.

[silkscrapkeeper]

Damnable nuisance. From this distance, he couldn't make out much. either by sight or sound. He made a build note to consider augmenting his sensory capabilities the next time he rebuilt, so he could better assess intruders. From her movement he could assume that the warning device she had was going off again.

He hovered a little closer, trying to work out what she would be doing next. She seemed to have been collecting scrap for something, and Moth was curious what her plans were.

[robot-airforce]

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

“I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses…” she’d mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

[silkscrapkeeper]

It was rare to get visitors. That stuck around anyway. Occasionally more refuse would be dropped off, but nobody ever really lingered after. 

He got a little closer, wanting to watch. It looked like she was scavenging. Moth didn’t have an objection to that, as finding continued purpose for things thrown aside as junk was something he could respect. It wasn’t like the junkyard was in any danger of running out of junk, after all.

[robot-airforce]

The red headed reploid would wipe her brow after prying open a few of the old washing machines. Nothing but rusted drums and dried out mildew greeted her as whatever else was in there seemed to have rotted… And that’s when she heard it.

A faint blip from her belt made her pause with a small start and scan the area. Right now the signal was faint, but she deffinately couldn’t accredit it to the machines she’d opened… as awful the smell of mouldy washing machines was…

She’d get to her feet and consider if it was time to leave. Though her curiosity couldn’t help but tug her to pull up the scanner and at least wave it slowly in front of her just to make sure. Checking behind… nothing?

“Is there something buried under there?” She’d mutter.

The blip would stop, once out of range of its source for now as she’d move a couple of feet away.

[silkscrapkeeper]

From here, he couldn’t make out what, specifically, his guest was using, but the reaction to it going off meant that it was likely a Safety Concern.  Probably a wise precaution on her part, but he had to wonder what it was she was worried about.

Kicking off the ground he took flight, hovering into the air with his wings. It would give him a better view to observe, and if he was high enough he wouldn't be immediately visible.

He moved a little closer once he was at a comfortable height.

[robot-airforce]

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn't usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn't gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it's intended use was quite interesting. A device she'd developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She'd wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she'd keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she'd know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

"I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses..." she'd mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

[silkscrapkeeper]

It was rare to get visitors. That stuck around anyway. Occasionally more refuse would be dropped off, but nobody ever really lingered after. 

He got a little closer, wanting to watch. It looked like she was scavenging. Moth didn’t have an objection to that, as finding continued purpose for things thrown aside as junk was something he could respect. It wasn’t like the junkyard was in any danger of running out of junk, after all.

[robot-airforce]

Pheebs got a situation.))

[silkscrapkeeper]

*rattles doorknob*

[knowledgekeeperofthegate]

silkscrapkeeper​:

Morph Moth liked the sound of that, on several levels. Having a connection to what sounds like an archival group meant that whatever money he got from this deal would be clean. On top of that, as the reploid was going to be attempting to use the information inside for the good of mankind instead of criminal intent like Moth had expected, few would be eager to dig too deep into where the data was coming from aside from “A dump.”

There was even something about the ‘mistakes of the past can be avoided’ line that spoke to something deep down inside his own code, schemes and plans aside.

“A noble endeavor. There are a lot of lessons to be learned from those past mistakes. The hard part is getting the holdouts to see how they can avoid being trapped into them. You are taking a difficult task, but a noble effort. I could, if you’re willing, offer a bit of a discount for….well, bulk, over the long term. Buyers for things like this aren’t particularly common, if you save me the trouble of having to find other buyers….” He left the offer hanging in the air.

“These terms are acceptable. I can have the zenny credits wired to you directly for each bulk shipment. If transportation proves to be an issue we have drones we can send as well. Anything that cannot be used will either be returned or used for parts in further data diving experiments to claim the information. I hope that is acceptable. I know that it’s simply junk to some, but still.” Explained the information curator with a small smile. So far the deal proved to be lucrative for both parties. He could hopefully salvage the old world data to diversify his data banks. While the junk monger would have steady cash flow with assistance as well as advance for each server found in decent condition. The archives had enough money to both push on advanced payments and also send out the proper resources to pick up the payloads. It may be reasonable, Xel’xe told himself, to in the near future invest some of his resources into actual transportation assistance. The droids he had would require at least four or five per payload. Not entirely advantageous. Something to work on for sure.

[silkscrapkeeper]

“Wonderful. An important part of growth is learning from mistakes of the past. If the knowledge is lost and nobody can learn from it, the mistake itself was a waste. Provided your facility has a place to land a craft I can arrange transportation once I’ve collected enough to make the trip worthwhile.”

He gestured at the drives on display. “In the meantime, you can take these. To get started on.”

[knowledgekeeperofthegate]

silkscrapkeeper​:

knowledgekeeperofthegate​:

“Hmmm” He rubbed his chin as he thought. So there was no guarantee on how lucrative digging into these drives would be. Finding worthwhile information for the archive was as likely as this Lepi-bot-era digging up diamonds from the drek he wallowed in. It was still worth the risk he believe. “What’s your asking price, if I may?” Play it cool. That was the game right now. Bartering was a thing people still did correct? He knew people used Zenny credits, but he only every carried a moderate amount. Definitely not something he wanted to waste too much of on trash.

Morph Moth ran some numbers and said a number. It wasn’t very high. “Although I could be flexible from there. And depending on your intent there could be a chance for future business. After all, while I don’t make it out here to sell things often I do come across things like this frequently.”

That, and they weren’t really that much good to him.

The number was an easy one to fill with the saved amount of credits that Xel’xe had accumulated over the years. If those mechanic rabbit ears of his could prick up, they would. A negotiable price? Meaning that he had the possibility of getting more old world data like this? His interest was rising. “well my intent is to try to reverse engineer the drives to get any useful or unknown data for my archives. For future generations to have the knowledge of the past, so mistakes of the past can be avoided or so that they might simply learn. Some people use it for personal reasons of course, but our goal at the E.R.T.H.I.S.S. facility is to compile and curate the data.” Not only the data, but plants, DNA, personal records, and the like. He hoped that the intent was pleasant enough for this stranger to consider selling. Not to mention that Xel was prepared to buy at that price.

[silkscrapkeeper]

Morph Moth liked the sound of that, on several levels. Having a connection to what sounds like an archival group meant that whatever money he got from this deal would be clean. On top of that, as the reploid was going to be attempting to use the information inside for the good of mankind instead of criminal intent like Moth had expected, few would be eager to dig too deep into where the data was coming from aside from “A dump.”

There was even something about the ‘mistakes of the past can be avoided’ line that spoke to something deep down inside his own code, schemes and plans aside.

“A noble endeavor. There are a lot of lessons to be learned from those past mistakes. The hard part is getting the holdouts to see how they can avoid being trapped into them. You are taking a difficult task, but a noble effort. I could, if you’re willing, offer a bit of a discount for....well, bulk, over the long term. Buyers for things like this aren’t particularly common, if you save me the trouble of having to find other buyers....” He left the offer hanging in the air.

[silkscrapkeeper]

knowledgekeeperofthegate​:

silkscrapkeeper​:

“That would be me, I was putting some things away.” He could have let the drones do the work, but it was something to help get his joints calibrated in right after his transformation. He would have to see how well the wings and weapons performed once he was back home, but everything he could reasonably use indoors was performing as expected.

“You have an interest in something?”

“These old drivers… what era would you say they’re from?” It was a simple enough question for what he hoped would be a simple enough answer. Something in the back of his data told him he was being rude though. “If that isn’t a rude thing to ask. I mean of course they’re old what with all of the dents and ashy dust. N-No! I mean. Uh… Do they come from before reploids?” There wasn’t much saving the conversation. He’d already possibly insulted the wears of this peddler without meaning to. Questions would go unanswered he was sure. Too long he’d been away from other bots.

He looked at the drives in question. They weren’t in the best shape, but they were still recognizable for what they were. “Hard to say. Some might be. Could certainly be. Old enough to be discarded for not being useful at the time, but humans throw out a lot. These are just what I’ve recently dug out.”

He paused quietly as he thought about some of the other things he’d been able to recover. “There has been some pre-reploid tech around where these had been, so it wouldn’t be unlikely.”

[knowledgekeeperofthegate]

“Hmmm” He rubbed his chin as he thought. So there was no guarantee on how lucrative digging into these drives would be. Finding worthwhile information for the archive was as likely as this Lepi-bot-era digging up diamonds from the drek he wallowed in. It was still worth the risk he believe. “What’s your asking price, if I may?” Play it cool. That was the game right now. Bartering was a thing people still did correct? He knew people used Zenny credits, but he only every carried a moderate amount. Definitely not something he wanted to waste too much of on trash.

[silkscrapkeeper]

Morph Moth ran some numbers and said a number. It wasn’t very high. “Although I could be flexible from there. And depending on your intent there could be a chance for future business. After all, while I don’t make it out here to sell things often I do come across things like this frequently.”

That, and they weren’t really that much good to him.