Post by K500 on Apr 4, 2021 10:35:18 GMT -5
K4 smiled a little. Giving pause to a legend made him something of a legend himself, right? They were not equals yet, but perhaps in a short century the mercenary would have his name whispered with the same awe as his current employer's. Difference was that he could not be victim to entropy, time only strengthened him, forever updating and upgrading in quiet contemplation.
"General, has anyone told you that you speak exactly as you write? See, most people, they... pause, trying to put word to thought, or to think at all. But you've been thinking for a long while, haven't you? Got an answer for everything." his lean over the table was the dialectical equivalent of a tiger preparing to pounce "Therein lies the problem, you won't cede ground. Say that the vast, infinite universe delivers an infinite opportunity to men such as yourself, is it not as true that failure looms just as greatly? We're either slaves to chemicals or zeroes and ones... Or both!" he burst into loud laughter, probably the first guest to do so in the manor for a good, long while. He was so busy analyzing text that he didn't notice the emotional display inhibitor dial going down.
"Blast." he sighed, flustered, wiping something from under his visor "Wastelander humor, you see? As dry and desolate as home... But here's another joke, from the other side of the galaxy. How's a nation born?" he said, building momentum by drumming of his fingers until-
"A group of bandits pisses on a sheet, calls it a flag!" that one only got choked giggle. The cyborg's cheeks dimmed down to his typical swarthiness once he was done wheezing "The best jokes, I think, are randomly generated. At times the algorithm even deduces something coherent! Which is topical, as we were just talking about variables. Tell me, General, do you have a sense of humor?"
"General, has anyone told you that you speak exactly as you write? See, most people, they... pause, trying to put word to thought, or to think at all. But you've been thinking for a long while, haven't you? Got an answer for everything." his lean over the table was the dialectical equivalent of a tiger preparing to pounce "Therein lies the problem, you won't cede ground. Say that the vast, infinite universe delivers an infinite opportunity to men such as yourself, is it not as true that failure looms just as greatly? We're either slaves to chemicals or zeroes and ones... Or both!" he burst into loud laughter, probably the first guest to do so in the manor for a good, long while. He was so busy analyzing text that he didn't notice the emotional display inhibitor dial going down.
"Blast." he sighed, flustered, wiping something from under his visor "Wastelander humor, you see? As dry and desolate as home... But here's another joke, from the other side of the galaxy. How's a nation born?" he said, building momentum by drumming of his fingers until-
"A group of bandits pisses on a sheet, calls it a flag!" that one only got choked giggle. The cyborg's cheeks dimmed down to his typical swarthiness once he was done wheezing "The best jokes, I think, are randomly generated. At times the algorithm even deduces something coherent! Which is topical, as we were just talking about variables. Tell me, General, do you have a sense of humor?"