titanium-alloy-automaton:
Tony correctly assumed that the tall, silvery automaton would most likely decline the offer to help, simply because he wouldn’t wish to in any way, shape, or form take advantage of him. But he didn’t even get to say anything before that last phrase was added. He wanted to help. This made the emerald-eyed automaton frown some, thinking about what could even be done to help.
“I would say… That in stead of restricting my siblings.. There should be some kind of.. Warning system. If anyone unauthorized started approaching, or came into contact with the.. A warning would be sent to our engineers. Or something along those lines. But… I will admit, I’m at a loss in regards to what else could be done.” He’d admit, looking up and into those dark eyes of the other.
“Thank you, Tony.” He spoke softly, a gentle smile forming on those black lips. Needless to say, they weren’t exactly used to people wanting to help them. Used to people asking if they could help. However.. It was actually nice to know that the genius would like to help. It was very much appreciated.
Tony nodded. If nothing else, his security tech was pretty top notch. He could easily build something like that which would allow the automatons to detect intent to harm or manipulate. He could go even better and get a scanning system in progress that would detect anyone from that rival business getting too close to the manor or the ‘bots.
Of course, he also wouldn’t mind just beating down their doors in his suits and declaring at the automatons were under his protection and any shred of suspicion to tamper with them would result in an Iron Man-sized boot up someone’s ass. He still might do that, to be honest. He just had to figure out where their factory was.
Still, he didn’t let The Spine know that, and merely gave a nod. “Sure. I can get to work on that soon. Vacation or not, I know I’m gonna get stir-crazy if I don’t work on something, at least.”
The Spine, naturally, had no way of knowing what the other was thinking. The “other option” so to speak. But if he was to be informed of it, he could have vividly imagined that scenario, and likely gotten a slight chuckle out of it.
In all honesty, he wasn’t used to people wanting to even help. Wanting to protect them. Many just saw them as programming, not people. But Tony? He was different. He saw them as people. Saw him as a person. Somehow.. That made him feel happy. He felt happy around Tony.
That tall, silvery ‘bot would straighten up a little, a few clicks emitting from his spinal column as he did. “Well, I’m certain that you’ll be able to borrow one of the work rooms we have. Or maybe we can set up a station in your room? We do encourage creativity and creation.” He’d speak, a soft tone to that baritone voice of his.