Post by K500 on Aug 10, 2021 13:28:01 GMT -5
PL: 40,000
TWC: 355
K4 was too much of a professional to feign interest in Earth's politics, but it did seem strange (and borderline monarchical!) to him that there was a single candidate to a whole world's presidency. Where were the mouthpieces and figureheads and revolutionaries and joke candidates, endemic in any healthy democracy? Was Derrick Ottoy really so handsome and well-spoken none opposed him? The man's hairpiece wasn't even discreet!
Depressing as the future Derrick heralded was, he was still but a man, meaning that K4 didn't have to customize his plea to ideologues from all over the political spectrum. The light workload made him complacent, however, as it took him entire weeks to finish the scripting between bouts of drinking and screaming where nobody could hear him. He was much quicker to find out where his mark was: Parky Park, the venue of an ongoing speech.
K4 didn't arrive in time to hear a word of it, but the humanoid lifeforms around him discharged hormones of happiness and excitement, with faint traces of sweat as today was a very warm and sunny day. Afraid of his stepping, the humongous war machine-man somehow didn't tumble or stumble anyone as he snailed a path of 'sorries' and 'excuse mes' through the pink-themed crowd — the tone combined well with his violent hull and cyan lights, it helped him focus.
Even if he worked for others, the android cut a very rich and sponsor-like figure, he won over Derry's security with a firm handshake and a business card fabricated on the fly. Surely, thought the security guards, their employer would be interested in hearing whatever the apparent artisanal soap mogul had to say! So K4 was escorted to Mister Ottoy's trailer. His first move was to cough violently, "Can you bring me some oil?" he asked the bodyguards, and they went off just like that. He waited for them to be lost in the crowd before closing the door, as if the trailer belonged to him.
"So!" he began, clapping his hands, inviting himself to a seat "Mister Ottoy, how well would you like to stand with Arcose?"