GG: Then this whole affair will be one of D. Strider's grand productions in puppetry? TT: I will be the unseen hand whose nimble digits are behind every subtle twitch in our session's bulbous foam ass.
lmao, of course Dirk would see himself as a puppetmaster, rather than a chessmaster...
...and I doubt it's ever occurred to him that he might be a puppet himself.
TT: There's a lot of give to that ass, you may say. TT: Might like to settle in. Make myself comfortable. Start a family. TT: Bounce a coin off that ass, you'll demand of visitors. It's not going anywhere. TT: Bet that coin'll take a good nap there. TT: It's a gamble you win every goddamn time. TT: Yeah.
Anyway, I'm enjoying Dirk's schtick a lot. Like I said before, his spiels aren't dissimilar to Dave's patented rambles, but they're still different enough that they feel fresh.
Plus, it's oddly hilarious to hear Dave's comedic style relayed through perfect grammar and syntax. Who says humans don't have typing quirks?
TT: Jane, soon you'll believe what I've told you. […] TT: It's just a shame that believing will take something so coarse as seeing, for a girl as sharp as you. TT: Critical thought can lead one to accept the unlikely, just as much as dismiss the impossible. TT: I can help with this too. Would you like me to program a Jane Crocker responder for you? TT: I only require a simple captcha of your brain.
So the Responder is, essentially, Dirk's Brain in a Jar. That's pretty much what I thought was going on, and it's certainly easier than programming a sentient AI from scratch.
It also means that Dirk is absolutely, unambiguously aware that the AR is sentient, which makes it even more fucked-up that he's keeping it as a captive secretary. That's you, dude!
Damn. These bots will certainly be helpful when it's time to fight Underlings - unless Dirk thinks doing so would deprive his friends of valuable combat experience. He seems like the type.
pffffft
This king really never changes, even when he's technically a completely different king.
