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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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So long as you're okay with the tech department taking their damn time replacing your shit when you screw around with it, have a fucking hay-day with it.

Touch-screen technology is backwater as hell. Had to re-configure mine with a colleague when I first got here so I could even use the damn thing. Bricked it by accident on the first attempt, and the tech department took two days for me to get a new one.

[Irritably.]

If you can't find good alcohol in the regular stores, then try the black market. They carry shit that you won't find common. But be prepared to shill out for it.

[ 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 I mean, you're right, totally out of date, but I usually expect that of most places that don't have me around.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.

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.]

[ 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'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.

[You and Sombra would have a field day talking to each other.]

'Shouldn't be trusted.' [He can't help but to scoff at this, thinking that Tony might change his tune if he actually saw what he's hiding under the mask--not that he's inclined to show him.]

Don't know the ins and outs of them. Didn't install them myself. They were imposed upon me by a witch who didn't know what she was doing. [He's not bitter at all.]

All I know is that they have a basic function, to not let me die. Even if it means constantly regenerating dead cells that are trying their best to stay dead. [It sucks.] Don't know if I'd trust a stranger with screwing around with them. All I know, you could turn off their basic function, then where would I be.

[ who is this Sombra and where can he find them. ]

What, they shouldn't! People who don't trust technology are not to be trusted. They are outdated and horrifying. There are people out there that still use flip phones, flip phones for Telsa's sake! [ look, he has some feeling about this okay. he is trying to push the world into the future but there are some people...

and, oh, okay that-- Tony winces a little.] Yeah, non-consensual nanite injecting isn't exaclty okay. Also, uh, witch? Like spells and magic and shit? Because, in my experience, magic and tech do not get along well.

[except when the magic is science, but whatever. still, it might change the configuration of the nanite. he is going to look hella intrigued though, because what you are saying is interesting. well, aside from the part where you think he would try to kill you. which, alright, fair.]

I wouldn't-- I mean I get the paranoia honestly, that's fair, but-- wait, the nanites all work off the same base code, hive-mind like? Or would it be possible to isolate one and tweak the code in just one before uploading it to all other nanites? [ not that you would know, but once Tony's on a train of thought....]

[She's probably stalking this very message post because she ALWAYS NOSES INTO REAPER'S BUSINESS so it shouldn't be long until her and Tony have a fated encounter.]

...Flip phones. [Alright, that one warrants a cackle from the skull-faced mercenary, his head lowering at the very thought. Good god, if he met someone using a flip phone he'd probably actually feel something like pity just for them.

That aside.] Looks like we agree on at least one point there.

But no, not 'witch' in the literal sense. But the way she handles science, you'd think she'd be playing with it as if it's magic. What with her Caduceus staff and her fucking angel wings. [Seriously, she was irritating to meet on the battle field with all that shit.]

Told you, I don't know the ins and outs of them. When I was examined by other, less insane mad doctors at a later date, they told me that the nanite's main and only function was to 'Keep subject alive'. [He's trying to keep up with you, Tony, he really is--but you're losing him in techno-babble as time goes on.]

(yeaaaaaaah... i'm here........)

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