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[rusted-gears]

They look over when he cracks his neck. Humans are so... crunchy. So fragile and squishy. You're kind of... They find themself staring.

"I... SUPPOSE IT WOULD BE USEFUL FOR YOU TO STAY..." They say as if they'd use him to their advantage. They likely wouldn't though.

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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The bot looks up at him. Contemplating a response. While they think they follow his eyes to the tent flaps. I hope the rain stops soon. 

After a moment they hesitantly say “THANK YOU” again. 

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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The bot nods. "UNTAMED ONES WOULD NOT APPRECIATE IT. MY WAR BEEFALO IS A FAIRLY STABLE AND FAST STEED."

They gesture for him to follow and start walking towards the clearing where the ornery cow was stationed. "DON'T APPROACH THE BEAST WITHOUT ME. IT IS LIKELY TO CAUSE PHYSICAL HARM TO YOU OF WHICH I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE."

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The sun was just rising over the tops of the birchnut trees when Webber packed up to continue their walk. They hadn’t been in the Constant long- at least, not as what they were now, anyways. Finding somewhere to settle was difficult.

They’re mulling over their predicament when they spot another survivor just down the trail. Noting that the other isn’t human, Webber thinks they might have a better chance of making friends with this one than they have with others.

“Hello!” Webber calls to the automaton after some brief hesitation, hoping this will get the other’s attention sufficiently. And hoping this will go well.

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no cops at pride just 78 and their axe

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WX gives a small, sad smile. “THANK YOU.” In recent times they’d only really interacted with their... best friend... and another automaton outside of the ringleader they’d so recently slain. But in the past most anyone else put themself over the bot because a machine ‘doesn’t have needs’ or ‘was built for a reason’ or some other reason that meant they weren’t worth as much as a human. 

“I... AM ALIVE...” They mutter to themself.

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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They stay quiet until they finish their breakfast. Once the food is gone and the plate is out of the way they pull their knees to their chest and lean on them. They don’t really answer his question so much as ask their own. “YOU... DON’T SEE ME AS AN OBJECT THEN... DO YOU?” 

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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They glance up at him but don't stare. They couldn't find anything to say. They're being treated like an equal... That's not particularly common. Majority of people look at a machine and assume it's built to serve.

They decide to eat; no point in waiting.

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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They shrug when he asks about taking off his vest. They didn't care.

"I HAVE GIVEN YOU NO REASON TO TREAT ME AS AN ALLY. YET YOU'RE STILL HERE. YOU COULD HAVE ROBBED ME AND LEFT WHILE IM CONFINED TO MY TENT AND YOU DIDN'T."

They shake their head and finally pick up the plate of waffles. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU. I HAVE NO VALUE TO YOU. I CAN'T BE TRUSTED. YET YOU'RE STILL HERE."

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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"YOU CAME BACK?" WX says this out loud without meaning to. They sit up, taking in the imagine of the man, fresh out of the rain, offering them food, despite the fact they were going to kill him not too long ago. "WHY?"

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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They stay silent. Nothing else to say really. What could they say? 

They glance up to watch as he leaves. Once he’s left the tent they lay back down, staring at the tent’s ceiling. They were certain he wouldn’t come back so they might as well settle in and wait for the rain to stop. 

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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WX closes their eyes and tries to relax. So much for making an ally. How can you keep a minion if you tried to kill him without much cause? 

“I DO NOT HAVE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH MOST HUMANS.THE LAST ONE I MET...” They pause, slowly looking up at him with a blank expression. “WAS DANGEROUS. SO I KILLED IT.” It was wonderful. The blood was so red. It begged for it’s life. It was a slow and painful death. For a moment they almost look pleased. Almost. Their distress overwhelms it to nearly unnoticeable amounts.

“GRABBING IS A THREAT. DO NOT GRAB ME.” They look away again. 

A moment passes. “IF YOU ARE STILL HUNGRY, YOU MAY USE WHATEVER IS IN MY ICE BOX SO LONG AS YOU PREPARE ENOUGH FOR ME.”

They were pretty much expecting him to loot their base and leave as soon as he left the tent. It’s not like they could stop him in the rain. 

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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They freeze for a moment when grabbed. The last person that grabbed them in any sort of way was a threat. He had to be killed. They enjoyed killing him. 

They don’t quite process what Wilson said at first and quickly push him back and pin him down. One hand holding down the hand that’d been laid on them, the other on his throat. A light flickers in their eyes but they’re not functional enough to stay on. Their expression and the fact they were about to choke him to death was a pretty good tell that they were seeing red. I’LL KILL YOU TOO.

At least for a second anyways. They make sense of what just happened. They release his neck and feel their own, realizing that they were causing themself damage. They look regretful. Quickly they let him go and move off of him. “YOU WEREN’T... TRYING TO HURT ME...” They squish themself to the back corner (its round but you know what I mean) of the tent. Knees to their chest, arms around them, eyes staring at the floor in front of them. 

“ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ.“

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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“I BELIEVE NO SUCH THING. YOU WERE TOUCHING ME!” They cross their arms and look away indignantly. 

Hm... they were hungry too. And the rain. Of course it was still raining. “......MY FUEL RESERVES ARE A BIT LOW...” They lower their arms. “YES I WILL FORGIVE YOU FOR TOUCHING ME WITHOUT PERMISSION IF YOU FIX A MEAL.” They start to absentmindedly pick at a bad spot in their neck, the material looked as if it would tear if they picked at it too much. They stare blankly at nothing in front of them. 

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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WX lays still for a while longer.

Wait.

They open their eyes. The fleshling? UGH DISGUSTING! They push him back and quickly sit up, scootching closer to their side of the tent. "WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING ME?"

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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Eventually the bot wakes up. Their systems boot up slowly. The last thing they remembered was the rain. Awful, cold, and wet... painful... But right now they were warm and comfortable. 

They savor the comfort. Snuggling closer to the heat source. Not awake enough yet to care or worry. Their eyes not opening.

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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A while passes in silence and their body stops sparking. The pain that caused was quite honestly exhausting. They needed to recharge. Unfortunately there was not enough room to lay down without touching Wilson at all. They lay down next to him, left side to the ground, and go into sleep mode. In their sleep they nestle closer to the warm body next to them. 

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

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They shake their head. “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.” They might as well recharge soon too. As soon as they dry anyways. Otherwise this would be a long night confined to the tent with someone else. Hopefully the rain moves out by morning. 

"Hello? Is anyone there...?" The scientist had been gladly collecting rocks for personal camp construction, but at finding evidence of another person here, he was uncertain if he should take these supplies himself. Coming out into a small clearing, he sees his suspicions were correct: there is, for sure, someone living here. He quickly begins arranging the rocks he'd gathered in a small pile beside their alchemy engine, feeling apologetic for nearly taking their resources, hoping that he could at least make reaching them a bit more convenient to make up for it. (escapedking, just Wilson for now)

WX had been tending to their beefalo. Unfortunate that you needed to care for something so useful. They return to their camp to find a stranger… placing rocks in their camp? That’s odd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”