: Great! Your name is Ostron now.: .........kinda fits: Ostron; Old Swedish. Ostra which means Oyster.: dont know if i like where this is going: **She'd think for a moment.** Hm, what about Ostron?: potocol dictates my name must be chosen for me. Like when humans are conceived and gestated: Alright, what name do you want, then?: *the machine perks up at the question* Yes! yes i would!: So...do you want to name yourself?: it is better than fried american foods. And you are mending from a repair you need good wholesome nurishment: Hey thanks....you .......More japanese...thats awesome dude: Why thank you. *She'd smile.* Say..do you want to give yourself a name?: *
: *The machine presented them with japanese style egg salad sandwiches*: ......should we give it a name???: Hm, that's odd: no i said i hope its not......as of right now i cant even figure out who made it......its like he dropped out of the sky or something: And you think it's a sentinel as a result?: I did......*he leans over to her * .......i dont know who coded that thing but.....its code and algorithm sequences read more like neuro pathways ....like a digital brain.....that thing thinks.......probably feels: If you want, you can look into it when you're feeling better, or one of us could that while you are recovering.: I really hope that thing ins't a sentinel.........we've got an image to uphold ....: *She'd look at the robot, before looking back to Merrick. At least three hours now.: Speaking of busy, How longs that thing been at it ? *reffering to the robot*: Doesn't matter, I'm not too busy to help my brother.: you were busy, and i didnt wanna be a bother: Stop that, you'll only make it worse. *She'd take the medical supplies away and would begin to bandage the injury herself.* You can ask for help, you know: *Changing his bandages while the ...........Robot with amnesia kept things in motion around the house, Rotator cuff surgery wasnt the worse thing to happen to him but it provided some much needed home time*: *: *The machine was .......Resting. Merrick couldnt figure out what type of code it was running, its algorithm seemed more like how one would describe a heartbeat*: Shes not. For some reason their not trying to kill eachother.....: Really? I hope she's keeping them in their own little pens then.Last Post:1:00am, October 26 (UTC) (1)
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