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[ When the feed click on, Tony manages to look annoyed and impressed all at once (you know, those emotions that he manages to bring out in other people pretty much all the time). He is sitting at a desk, the communicator propped up against something, and he has a small screwdriver (the micro kind) between his teeth as he speaks.]

So just how much shit am I going to get in if I try to take this apart and merge it with my Stark Phone? Not that I really care about how much shit I get in, but-- I mean, it is shiny new alien tech and you just gave it to me, you gotta know I'm gonna try taking it apart.

[ And figuring out ways to hack it. And make it better. And--

He takes the micro screwdriver out of his mouth and flashes a sharp smile.]

Also, as far as kidnappings go, this has gotta be one of the nicer ones, so no complaints here. Though I gotta know; anywhere I can get my hands on some more tools? Maybe a spare communicator, or three, or maybe an interface with the ship's core navigational systems...

[ That last one is said with only the slightest hint of 'I'm kidding' (because he isn't kidding, he is going to look for one no matter how much he has already been told 'NO', that's just like taunting him ok).]

Oh, and where might I find alcohol? Is that a thing in this section of space? I hope it is because I really don't want to try distilling my own shit again, that was a disaster the first three times and I really don't think I have managed to get better.

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Nope. Gonna hope that I have the ability to learn how to do that as quickly as I learn most other things. Otherwise this might be embarrassing as all hell.

Or hilarious.

And maybe this pace will be a reprieve from war? Having gone through that-- yeah, space is way better than war. By a lot.

Most humans aren't me.

[ Look, L O O K, he is an arrogant fuck okay. But forreal, he can do it. More easily if he didn't get rid of Extremis but he there is nothing saying that he can't just... make that a thing again.]

With my fantastic brain, obviously. But, if you want more details, with the help of FRIDAY, my AI, and this beautiful piece of technology that I built. With my brain. Actually, really, it's all my brain to be honest.

[ Said beautiful technology is a sexy shiny red and gold suit of armour that he gestures to over his shoulder. ]

That is an excellent choice, you my friend, will live a long and happy life. If not a slightly ignorant one, but I hear that is blissful. I don't know. Also, this sounds promising. Perfect, with all this high tech shit I can totally make the suit even better. Which I didn't think would be possible.

[ pause ]

Should probably leave the food dispensers alone though.

It has, actually. It has also gotten me in a fair bit of trouble, but eh. You win some you lose many or something.

[ Tony is going to hum and eyeball his phone a little bit, probably should but the thing back together and go look for liquor. It is all the more imperative when someone else is around to drink with.]

Even if they did, I am also notoriously difficult to keep out of places I am not wanted. So. Preference on your poison? I mean, provided space has it.

[ well maybe you should be asking better questions then, wow.

there is another little eyebrow twitch at that]

If you can get me the tools I can show you how to make your own if you are smart enough to keep up.

[ is that a challenge? maybe. prove you are no idiot, young skywalker. ]

[ LOOK HERE YOU you do not get to go around flashing shiny pieces of beautiful technology like that. Tony doesn't care if it's space, you are seriously compromising his ability to be polite.

well, as polite as Tony ever is. ]

Please tell me that is a fully functioning robotic appendage and not just some kind of fashion statement because, if it is, you are officially the coolest person that I have met thus far on this floating space prison.

[ wait. he means hi. ]

Also, how about in the name of science we sacrifice one communicator for the greater good, since you clearly know what you are doing.

[ p a u s e.

he scratches his head.]

Um, I'm Tony by the way. Nice arm.

[ huh. okay. so possibly have a backup for potential technological disasters and--

wait, what.]

Touch screens don't work for you? What about like... digitally projected interfaces? Also, why does space rely on touch screens? I mean, you're right, totally out of date, but I usually expect that of most places that don't have me around. But I mean, the question would be why they don't work, unless you are like sentient inorganic matter? That usually doesn't do well with touch screens, massive design flaw that.

[ so maybe sometimes Tony rambles when he is out of his depth and a little annoyed and stressed, so sorry to word at you. but you present a problem that he might be able to fix okok. ]

More importantly, where might I find this Black Market. Because this place screams of needed alcohol to function.

Is that an insult? I feel like you're insulting me there, Thunder God, and that's just mean. I am allowed to be okay, sheesh.

But yeah, I can bring you some, just promise me you won't drink it all on me? Please? I need it after this shit.

Digitally projected interfaces work better. It's what my associate installed onto mine so I can use it properly. [The metal tips of his gloves were perfectly suited for flicking through multiple screens and for using the hard-light projected keyboard for texting. Before that, and even now with certain... areas on the ship, he had trouble.]

You actually sound smart. So maybe you'll actually understand and get half an idea what it means when I say that a corpse loaded with nanites isn't suited for using touch-screen technology. [Organic, dead, and with billions of tiny machines that aren't organic--it was so damn hard to get that idea across to anyone who wasn't from his world and into weird science shit.]

It's on the lower levels. Hard to get to, unless you know where to find it. Could be convinced to show you where it is later, if I'm feeling energetic. [The wryest sarcasm there is, here.]

[ it is the only question when you are in space okay. ]

The kind that will get me blackout drunk but won't kill me, where do I find that?

[ It's the only question when you're anywhere. ]

Oh, then I've just the place.

[ He sends over a location of a moderately priced bar on the second level of the shopping center. ]

It's called The Fainting Goat. [ He pauses; thoughtful, ] Though there are several shops in the market where you can procure your own should you prefer a more private setting.

[ aka: drink alone like Dorian does. eyyyy. ]

[ there is a moment where it is clear Tony is about two seconds from making a comment about 'smart' when the registers the rest of that sentence. And that? that is fucking awesome, the obnoxious look that was on his face totally vanishes in favour of an amused one at that.

naninte, he fucking loves those things.]

So you are sentient inorganic matter! Fucking right, that is amazing. So is the consciousness from the initial organic body, or is your consciousness created by the nanites? Man, I miss having nanites, those things were awesome, even with the weird fire shit.

[ pause.] Wait, can you hack networks with your nanites or not yet?

[ you sir, are a godsend, yes. ]

Fainting Goat, huh. I am going to be heading that way soon enough I think. I don't much care about privacy, wasn't something I was afforded a lot of before really, but good to know.

Thanks... Pavus.

[ he is just going to call everyone their screen names. until he gets to know them, hacks the system and gives them better screen names. like pizza cat or something. ]

[You'll be alone in your love for the things, Tony. He's got no love for them, that's for sure. He waves his hand with an amused scoff as the man gets somewhat excited over the suggestion. At least he was right, this guy had a clue about higher forms of technology. (Thank god.)]

'Amazing' is one way to put it. Most others here would call it 'horrifying.' [Hahaha.]

The former. I'm still me, even after I was brought back. [He still doesn't fully understand it, honestly.] ...And I don't know how you can miss them. They're troublesome. [They just won't stop fucking around with his body, it's annoying.]

...

No, I can't hack anything with them. That's not what they're for. [???]

[ he usually is alone in his love for weird technological shit, he has come to peace with it. mostly.

except for when it leads to him breaking the known universes, but those are few and far between now a days, thank you. ]

Yeah, but they clearly if they call them horrifying they have no idea what they are talking about and shouldn't be trusted. Nanites are almost always amazing. I mean, as long as you program them to do all the fun shit, like hack into the internet. And satellites. With a thought.

[ he pauses, wistful look on his face. ]

Yeah, pity I had to get rid of them. It's cool that you are still you too, though still begs the question as to what the nanites do, or they just keep the dead body in motion? Like, do they give you other abilities? Or just keep you alive?

But hey, if I can, do you want your nanites to do that? I mean, not to brag, but totally to brag, I am kind of a technological genius. I can probably make them do that.

[ HEY this is genuinely the nicest someone has been to him in years, and maybe the only time "cool" has been used to describe him since college!! His grin widens. ]

Why not both? [ Robot fashion. Rhys positively preens, carding his robotic hand through his gelled hair. Show-off. ]

Fully functioning cybernetic arm. [ He flexes his hand as if to demonstrate. ] Hyperion brand. Matches the eye.

[ Suddenly, his left eye glues blue, alight like a computer screen as he activates it. And if he tilts his head at just the right angle, Tony might catch sight of what's essential a usb port on his left temple. How much of a cyborg is he, anyway? ]

I'm Rhys, and I definitely know what I'm doing, so. [ ah, ego. ] Ready when you are, Tony.

[ a nerd friend!! ]

[ that would be highly worrisome considering that Tony is very rarely considered 'nice', but then again. you are part robot and therefore a million times cooler than most humans, so. there is that.

the preening totally just makes Tony laugh though, eyes following the gleaming gold. he made a suit of armour gold and hot rod red, he gets the in your face colours okay. he leans to the side, his suit, all red and gold and in your face, sitting on the floor.] Both is always better I agree.

Also match-- no way.

[ y u p. you are his favourite. come sit with him at the nerd table somewhere where they can talk robotics and engineering and everything beautiful and forget about this sad reality that they are stuck in.] Please tell me that is completely neurally activated interface that you have in your eye, please. Because I have had so many ideas about that but no one ever lets me experiment that far on myself.

[ when they know about it at least, he has gotten away with more than enough when no one is looking. ] And pleasure to meet you Rhys, I think we are going to have some excellent conversations. And possibly be able to figure out just what the hell is going on here.

[ pause. ]

How are you with AI's?

AI?

[ Sam's curiosity sharpens to suspicion. He knows that theoretically there are humans who don't treat their machines like slaves or like a threat, but he has yet to meet one. The armor gives him pause, though. ]

You're a human who builds AI and wears metal? Why do you do these things?

Please. [He looks so earnest. So sincere.] I have one love on this ship-- nay, in my life-- and that's the food dispensers. Please don't threaten them.

[He has favorites! He's named them!]

What kind of suit are we talking about, here?

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Yeah, FRIDAY, she's beautiful and amazing and probably half the reason I'm not dead yet.

[ Tony is just-- a little confused because what? Why wouldn't he do these things?]

Um, because I can? And honestly, my AI's and my robots are all a million times better than most people.

[ p a u s e

now it's his turn to be suspicious.]

You aren't one of those fucking backwater assholes who think artificial beings shouldn't be given like, consciousness and choice are you? And that humans need to stay apart from machines? Because if you are, we are going to have words.

[ oooo-kay then. No touching the food dispensers. ]

I wouldn't threaten them, wow. Just... repurpose them a little. But food is a thing we need so, yeah I should leave them alone.

[ At the mention of the suit, he grins and moves a little, his suit sitting on the floor, a gleaming mass of red and gold on the floor.]

Giant mechanized suit of armour and amazing obviously.

Unless you can repurpose them to do an even better imitation of a triple chocolate shake from a very specific restaurant back on Earth you should take apart anything else. Life support. Gravity. Y'know, the secondary systems.

[He's joking! ....mostly.]

Yeah? [and now he's really interested.] How giant? Fighting Godzilla giant oooor?

[ Whatever complimentary thing Sam might have said about the guy dries up really fast by the time he finishes talking. The look he gives is flat and unimpressed and his voice is dry. ]

I am a machine. And my people have fought for millennia for the right to make their own decisions.

[ His eyebrows lift. ]

So no. I'm not one of those backwater assholes.

[ oh thank fuck, that actually makes Tony look relieved. seriously, if he had to argue with one more person about the validity of his AI's personality he was going to have a goddamned fit and probably blow something up.]

Thank's be to Telsa, we will get along fine then. [ p a u s e ] Wait, millennia? Shit, I knew humans were stubborn assholes but--

[ no, that sounds about right. ]

You are gonna like FRIDAY I think. My AI. Well, when I get the phone working again. She's pretty awesome, even when she's yelling at me for shit...

[ he holds up the Stark Phone that might be in pieces. maybe. whoops? ]

And when you say machine, you mean standard cyborg or like, artificially made intelligence in a meat suit or--?

[ maybe meat suit isn't the best way to refer to human bodies, but sometimes it just slips out. he can't help it. ]

[ He points toward the phone in the video with a dry; ]

You might want to get that fixed.

[ There's no offense in it anymore, though. He might not have warmed to him yet but he isn't quite so suspicious. ]

I'm a Cylon. Artificial intelligence in a body that's part organic and part synthetic. It's a little more complicated than, but that explanation's served me all right since I got here.

[ He nods toward camera. ]

That device your AI's on. What happened to it?

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