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A strange boy can be seen standing alone near the door of the lab. He writes in a notebook not really saying anything, his clothes are also quite old fashioned...
The clothes aren't the problem, nor is the notebook--it's the fact he was here in the first place.
Aura trudged over to him, her eyes narrowed, as they usually were, and Clonco right behind her.
"Hey, kid, this area's off limits. Time for you to go."
Beware the Song of Saya.
"The what?"
You ever hear of Doctor Who Miss Aura?
"Yeah, I've heard of it."
"I've watched it a few times."
Even if she hadn't--well, Space Boy and Shorty talked about it enough it was hard not to overhear.
No.
She would not do this.
She would not do this. Not now.
"Miss Aura? Is something the matter? Your vital signs--AHHH!"
Before Clonco could finish expressing his concern, Aura whirled around and kicked the robot back. "Get out of here, you useless Hunk of Junk!"
"I..." The robot shrunk back, its hands on its head. Clonco's facial monitor glowed a dark blue as the green robot rolled towards the door. "Yes, Miss Aura. I-I'm sorry, Miss Aura!"
Clonco fled, fearful of the abuse Aura would further unleash upon him were he to disobey.
Aura's anger did not stop. It didn't falter--a bad day, memories surfacing when they need not to, Simon and his refusal to help himself.
"They all can go to Hell!"
A clanging sound punctuated the final word of her exclamation as Aura hurled a screwdriver across the room. It collided with JT-02 before bouncing off and clattering to the floor. This only served to anger Aura further; drive her even farther into her fit, falling back into a chair and clutching her head in her hands.
She wanted to rip out her hair, scream and yell, to just vent and get all this anger out.
Today was a bad day.
A very bad day.
I don't ship you with Metis, she sucks.
"Haven't you ever heard of respecting the dead, you filthy ignoramus?"
I ship you with queen Elsa.
*Googles her*
"She is pretty cute, I'll give her that."
Would it be a stretch to say I ship you with technology?
"Well, they are better than people..."
me. you're gorgeous and i love you
"Damn straight I'm gorgeous."
"..But you can leave that 'love' stuff elsewhere."
