Eddie isn't even going to ask where the gears came from, not yet anyway, but his own experience with multiple timeline memories prompts him to nod. "There's always some... trade-off. And as much as I hate saying it, there's worse than nonsense and illogic." He'll briefly glance over at where Tad is putting together parts on the blanket before, without another word, he'll just head over there and sit down next to his son to do the same.
Blues really wasn't gone long before he walks past again. He puts the side mirror back, and also leaves the licence plate he picked up earlier, before walking past the blanket and leaving a couple circuitboard pieces there. He walks on only a short distance before teleporting away.
Punk frowns slightly. Blues was up to something, which was actually a pretty normal event for Blues... but still something he decided to silently send a comm message to Enker about, just in case. "More of that Asimov... trash," he says, just barely catching himself from cussing around the kids that could overhear. "So, even if his creator bit it, sounds to me like there are still some people I wouldn't mind trackin' down and seein' how they'd like bein' in pieces."
"Erdammeru's a lot older, but it could be that cause and effect thing again. I don't know which came first from the 'story' side." Stephie kneels down as a patch of the ground near her has black nanotech ooze out of it until it forms a circular patch with glowing eyes, which she gives scritches to. "And while he can do some of the same things, that one's big trick was mimicry. I've never seen Erdammeru make himself look human at all, or even look completely organic. Just mostly-canine-shaped or... well, like that, if he has to get somewhere a dog can't squoosh." She scritches a little longer and looks out at the beach before she says, "I'm going to go search, too." It'll get her - and Erdammeru's - mind off wanting to eviscerate the people responsible for this. Being around Punk, who seems to have similar ideas, is just feeding the mood.
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Blues really wasn't gone long before he walks past again. He puts the side mirror back, and also leaves the licence plate he picked up earlier, before walking past the blanket and leaving a couple circuitboard pieces there. He walks on only a short distance before teleporting away.
Punk frowns slightly. Blues was up to something, which was actually a pretty normal event for Blues... but still something he decided to silently send a comm message to Enker about, just in case. "More of that Asimov... trash," he says, just barely catching himself from cussing around the kids that could overhear. "So, even if his creator bit it, sounds to me like there are still some people I wouldn't mind trackin' down and seein' how they'd like bein' in pieces."
"Erdammeru's a lot older, but it could be that cause and effect thing again. I don't know which came first from the 'story' side." Stephie kneels down as a patch of the ground near her has black nanotech ooze out of it until it forms a circular patch with glowing eyes, which she gives scritches to. "And while he can do some of the same things, that one's big trick was mimicry. I've never seen Erdammeru make himself look human at all, or even look completely organic. Just mostly-canine-shaped or... well, like that, if he has to get somewhere a dog can't squoosh." She scritches a little longer and looks out at the beach before she says, "I'm going to go search, too." It'll get her - and Erdammeru's - mind off wanting to eviscerate the people responsible for this. Being around Punk, who seems to have similar ideas, is just feeding the mood.