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The strange car and silent driver had dropped him off at this particular building– 106, it seems– with nothing but a couple informational sheets of paper and– really?– a cellphone. It’s an odd cellphone; flat and smooth, buttonless. It responds to touch, though that’s difficult with the claws he’s been left with. If there’s been some time since he was last up, they’ve improved technology quite a bit. Jealous, perhaps. He’s not sure what they expect him to do with this. Hold it up to a speaker? He scoffs slightly as he turns his attention to the building. A large garage; would be nice to be able to fill his eventual computer components into that space. Two floors. Not really needed, he only needs so much space, and really, he doesn’t need amenities. Still silent, he opens the door and strides in; still a little wobbly and off balance.
The house has quite a bit of space in it; living room, kitchen space. Definitely feels like a more American style home. Again, he doesn’t exactly need a kitchen, he doesn’t eat. He pauses, though, screen tilting slightly. There’s things here. Obvious things that make the kitchen look used. Oh, of course. Whoever has dragged him to this place wouldn’t give him personal space and isolation, either! Great. Vaguely irritated, he drops the phone onto one of the counters with a loud clatter. May as well see what the rest of this place is like; surely they’ve designated a room for him too, then.
Abruptly, he notices someone else here. As soon as he does, HAL shuts off his screen and stands stock still. Locked up, he stands silently like a somewhat intimidatingly tall tower of metal and silicone; topped with a singular flat computer screen. Great. Great. He hates it here.
