Yeah. [This begrudging agreement is punctuated by the thud of metal skull on metal desk (also decoratively skeletal). He winces a little at the feeling of the impact, then instructs the body to tone down the pain receptors. No need to be feeling that, especially when he's so freshly complete - and easily annoyed.] Maybe I should write it a sternly worded email.
[It's a joke, profoundly a joke - he doesn't want to put even this robot casing near it, let alone the software trying to express his soul. But right now, it seems like something like an email is all he could do. That, or try talking at a horrific entity and get killed or worse again.
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[It's a joke, profoundly a joke - he doesn't want to put even this robot casing near it, let alone the software trying to express his soul. But right now, it seems like something like an email is all he could do. That, or try talking at a horrific entity and get killed or worse again.
...At least he can still hear the sun.]