To say Joe was back in business would be a gross misnomer. Camilla had been anything but business as usual. Camilla had been anything but business, period
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"...Well, well, well..." Hermes laughed his breathless, sighing laugh. It was the first time he'd seen the robot since spying on its interesting little conversation with Gauge. And the best part was that this time, there was no one else around.
"If it isn't the airport's latest freak," he said, hovering behind Joe. He'd actually been there for several moments, waiting. Watching. Wondering. "...Joe, isn't it?"
Joe spun on his heels to face the puff of green smoke floating behind him. His first thought was that it was a hologram, like Dr. Know. Perhaps it was an interactive holographic robot.
He tilted his head.
"Yes," he answered.
The comment about being a freak held no importance. Surely, he'd been called worse by his clients' husbands. Granted, not by a small gust of anthropomorphic green smoke.
"...Robot of few words," he mentioned idly. "Don't seem very smart, do you?"
Oh, he'd been waiting to get Joe alone. Ever since the thing had mentioned not killing someone, and its slight preoccupation with having its brains destroyed (he could well guess what that meant). He wondered if the robot was advanced enough to feel fear, if he was even still in practice enough to achieve that reaction if it was.
"...Tell me, Joe...What would you say if I told you...I'm the executioner..."
So sweet, it was. He almost shivered with excitement, and had to remind himself that stupid robots probably couldn't feel emotion anyway.
"How do you know so much about me?" Joe countered quickly after his first question. "Are you a projection or a hologram? You're not a very good one, if you are."
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"If it isn't the airport's latest freak," he said, hovering behind Joe. He'd actually been there for several moments, waiting. Watching. Wondering. "...Joe, isn't it?"
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He tilted his head.
"Yes," he answered.
The comment about being a freak held no importance. Surely, he'd been called worse by his clients' husbands. Granted, not by a small gust of anthropomorphic green smoke.
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Oh, he'd been waiting to get Joe alone. Ever since the thing had mentioned not killing someone, and its slight preoccupation with having its brains destroyed (he could well guess what that meant). He wondered if the robot was advanced enough to feel fear, if he was even still in practice enough to achieve that reaction if it was.
"...Tell me, Joe...What would you say if I told you...I'm the executioner..."
So sweet, it was. He almost shivered with excitement, and had to remind himself that stupid robots probably couldn't feel emotion anyway.
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"How do you know so much about me?" Joe countered quickly after his first question. "Are you a projection or a hologram? You're not a very good one, if you are."
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