Lucas pauses for a moment to clear his throat, waiting for 23 to be out of hearing range. Even if it's a robot with limited sapience, it still feels weird to talk about buying it right in front of it.
'Hey, um, 427, buddy? Can ya hear me? I could, uh, use your help here…'
[Yes, I'm here, Lucas. I heard about what was going on from 011 and have already completed research and estimates. As far as I can tell, 23 was probably worth something around 750,000$ when brand new, but seems to be about halfway through its standard lifespan, putting it at 5 years old. Given some data I found, they may actually be more than willing to sell one of their units, as it looks like they have been downsizing due to consistently low traffic.]
'Woah, hey, welcome back. Th
"All right… Well, since you already know specifically which one you're interested in, that speeds things up quite a bit. Hmm, looks like it's actually past due for scheduled maintenance, how did tha- Oh right, the usual place was down for its own maintenance and they still haven't notified us that they're ready yet. Well, if that's not a deal-breaker for you, I could give you a little extra discount, considering. Fair warning, I'm pretty sure it has a few parts that are nearly worn to the point of needing replacement, for full transparency." After Lorelei had spent a few minutes reading through a handful of files, she turned to face Lucas directly as she began speaking.'Ha! She said transparency, heh.'[...]Barely suppressing his chuckle, Lucas clears
"Well, that should cover everything, yeah? How should we go about payment? Honestly, I think it'd be pretty funny if ya just slapped it on the bill for the meal. Oh, but there's gotta be a contract or somethin' as proof, yeah?" Since Lucas is satisfied with the agreements that have been made, his mind has already begun to drift towards thoughts regarding the brownie sundae that he can only, correctly, assume is being consumed at an alarming rate."Ah, right. Drumming up a deed for its title of ownership shouldn't be an issue, the problem is having it notarized… Oh! Heheh, Miss Calculated is who we would ideally want to be the notary anyway. I doubt she carries the stamp around, but her signature after serving as the witness is better than a stamp from an official bot, I'd think. What kind of down payment and timespan were you thinking for the payment plan? I'll run the number
Once Lucas finishes rushing his way through taking a leak and then washing his hands yet again, he hustles back to the dining area in hopes of defending his dessert from the unwanted affections of the meddlesome invisi-thief.Exiting the hallway, he's just in time to see Miss Calculated standing up while quietly speaking with Lorelei.Once Lorelei turns her back to Miss Calculated, so as to lead the way, Miss Calculated breaks out in a smile nearly rivaling Lorelei's. Well, at least in terms of the magnitude of her contented satisfaction.As Lucas passes the two leaving ladies, all three of them collectively give a single nod of acknowledgment to the other party. As they've all seen each other rather recently, it isn't worth bothering to speak up in mere passing.
For a small stretch of time, the only noise being generated near their table is the sound of impact from Lucas and Miss Chievous kicking each other's chairs repeatedly, due to reaching a lull in the conversation.Understanding that Miss Calculated might take a while to prepare 23 and separate it from the restaurant's hive mind network interlinking its service bots, Miss Masher opts to resume storytime once more.As she is continuing mid-story for a scene that makes absolutely no sense out of context, Lucas has mostly tuned her out for now.'...How come Chi's stayin' invisible still? Doesn't it use some sorta supe-energy or somethin'?'[She wasn't joking before when she said she had a surprise for you. I
Once Jonathan has finally had his fill of swinging around the Viblade, he dutifully hands it off to Lucas. There was no way he didn't notice the way Lucas was staring at it.'Oh, it really is lightweight. I wasn't sure what to expect, but this definitely wasn't it. No wonder Jon was playing with it so much, the balance is pretty nice too… I bet I could twirl it like a pen… Ha!'[...You would have just cut yourself in three different locations if you didn't have enhanced endurance.]'Shhh, it still looked cool.'"That was sick! Do it again!" At least Miss Masher appreciates Lucas's twirling skills."Huh. Honestly, every othe
Once they're back in Lorelei's office, Lucas directly heads over to reclaim the same seat he used last time. Although, he does wait to sit down until Miss Calculated is seated first, on the same chair Miss Chievous had used previously.'Ha, so this is basically what it would have been like if Chi wasn't invisible before. Wait, no, Maria. Maria-chi. Hahah mariachi, she needs a giant hat and a guitar!'[...Foolish of me to think that you'd already be finished with being amused by the fact they're identical twins within a mere few hours. Also, if you dare give her a musical instrument, I'm pretty sure Miss Calculated would kill you.]'Oh come on, Chi obviously intentionally copies her sister just so she can horse around, why else would she ha
With the last of their formalities finished, Lucas, Miss Calculated, and Lorelei all head out of the office together, with Lorelei intending on escorting them back to the dining area.Once they're collectively out in the hallway, Lucas can't help noticing 23 standing outside the room Miss Calculated was in earlier, staring at the door while slowly pulling it shut.Two of 23's arms are jointly cradling a big silver-colored metal disc, roughly similar in dimensions to a large round serving tray. On its underside is a long thick coil of cord neatly hooked in place, ending in a high-voltage electrical plug.Noticing the approaching humans, 23 finishes closing the door at a much more normal speed while rotating its head to face their direction. While Lucas quietly nurses his wounded ego, Miss Calculated turns her attention to the gobsmacked Lorelei."Is 23 the only elite model employed here?" As Miss Calculated interrogates Lorelei, she bears the same crazed expression she had upon learning that Willy possesses a significant degree of intelligence."We-well, we have two other elites, but they admittedly aren't as… Attentive... As 23… That's why we would normally send it out first…" While Lorelei falteringly manages a cohesive answer, Miss Calculated crosses her arms and rapidly taps her index fingers against her forearms, directing her gaze downward."Hmm, so it's probably not only the fact it's elite… What made it progress in this way..? Aha! Four-armed units wereI'd Like to Change My Reincarnation Subscription, Please Ch130 - The Measure of a Bot
Lucas and Jonathan—dressed decently but nowhere near as fancy as yesterday—are most of the way to Cat’s Paw Cafe, pointedly not utilizing the stinky subway station to get there.‘Ya know, it’s been surprisingly peaceful, yeah? Though, not havin’ people gawk as much as yesterday is kinda nice. All that attention was gettin’ old fast.’[Ahem, well, fortunately, Boss System approved my long-term task priority filtering proposal.]‘Oh? Whassat?’[Compared to before, now it requires an opt-in before being bombarded with every single task in range. Before receiving alerts—and therefore penalties for ignoring them—we’ll run the calculations of the tasks’ estimated impact vs. potential unwanted attention. This effectively weeds out a majority of minor tasks—plus some moderate ones—by accounting for how suspicious it would be for you to know the event was taking place, let alone be believably compelled to interfere. I knew there was no need to ask if you were interested in activating it immedi
Once the allotted thirty minutes have passed—precisely down to the second—427 tentatively undeafens Lucas. At first, all he can hear is a booklet’s pages being flipped through, followed by Lucas grumbling.Hesitantly removing the remaining sensory suppressions one at a time, 427 nearly sighs with relief upon discovering that Lucas is standing in the kitchenette by the new automatic drip coffee maker—thankfully dressed—in the midst of poorly attempting to demystify its instruction manual.‘How the hell is this so complicated?’[Ah, making good on your promise to Jonathan?]‘Oh, thank fuck; yer back. Took ya long enough.’[…Hello, again, to you, too.]‘Yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome back. So, anywho, can ya scan through this or somethin’ and tell me how to use it?’[…I already looked up the instructions from everything’s model numbers earlier. First, measure out—]427 guides Lucas through measuring and grinding a serving’s worth of coffee beans and setting it up in the machine with such in-d
For a few peaceful minutes, Lucas delights in demolishing the delicious delicatessen delivery. As Jonathan reaches for his coffee cup to gauge if it’s cool enough for a sane person to drink, he ends up cutting himself off with a yawn, earning a side-eye from Lucas.“Hey, ya barely got any sleep, yeah? Instead of havin’ caffeine, shouldn’t ya go take a nap?” Upon Lucas’s question, Jonathan pauses, looking at the contents of his mug with an obvious longing. “I’ll make ya a fresh one in like half an hour; I’m sure 427 can figure out howta use whatever newfangled machine ya got,” Lucas continues, his eyes also fixed on the beverage.[…I suppose I appreciate your vote of confidence.]Jonathan’s gaze lingers on the coveted coffee for a moment before he sets it back on the table. As soon as he lets go of it, Lucas lays his claim upon it.“Um, o-okay, yeah. I just, um, sh-should take a shower first,” Jonathan stammers as he stands.Lucas hums an agreement around a mouthful of coffee.[Did y
Thankfully, there are no further interruptions during the rest of this round of deliveries. Or even during the next one, either.Once Jonathan finally has the fourth and final load of freight, he makes a detour to a delicatessen. More specifically, the one where he previously purchased yesterday’s breakfast.After equally uneventfully acquiring milk, third breakfast for himself, and first breakfast for Lucas—since he’d totally only eat sugary baked goods if real food wasn’t conveniently available—he makes his way home.With his back to the recently re-locked front door, Jonathan reclaims the last armload of supplies as he looks at Lucas’s still-shut bedroom door.‘…Our food will still be too hot to eat for a little while; I’ll make some coffee first.’Jonathan may or may not be making up excuses to keep putting off waking up Lucas in the hopes that he’ll do so on his own, knowing full well that he probably won’t.While taking longer than necessary to decide which appliance to christen
“Ah! Um…” Jonathan’s face scrunches up a bit as he looks over his pending purchases.‘Can we at least turn off tasks while my hands are full? I really don’t want to drop everything and have it get broken or stolen by the time I get back to it… It will be annoying enough having to run back and forth a bunch.’[Requesting temporary task suppression… Permission granted; disregarding minor tasks for one hour at no penalty, effective immediately.]Jonathan barely represses his urge to sigh with relief.Before Ji Soo works up the nerve to express concern over Jonathan’s vacant stare at the wall behind the service bot, Jonathan’s attention returns to reality and redirects to said bot.“Um, c-could you hold some of it for a few minutes once I’m done paying? I-I won’t take long… Like, five minutes?” Before fidgety Jonathan even finishes asking his question, the bot is already nodding.“Certainly. Do you wish to use a private scanning kiosk to complete your order?”‘I’m surprised it’s even an
Jonathan, however, doesn’t hear the utterance of recognition. Unaware, he continues his quest for a coffee maker.A short time later, Jonathan stands--while quietly grumbling--before a row of two-in-one coffee/espresso machines.Behind him is a sea of drip coffee machines, with cold press equipment further off to the side. Alongside the arrangement of two-in-ones sits a selection of espresso machines, both automatic and semi-automatic.‘How are there so many!? What even are the differences? Wait, no, don’t answer that. The technical details will probably just be even more confusing.’[Understood.]Although Jonathan notices movement in his peripheral vision, he doesn’t outwardly react to the recent arrival at the end of the aisle. Instead, he pulls out one of the two-in-one machines set at eye level, rotating it so he can read the back of the box.“Ah! Don’t get one of those! That entire line is overpriced trash,” the newcomer blurts out, muffled by the layers of carbon-filter fabric f
After the harrowing--see also; totally normal--experience of getting his hair professionally cut, Jonathan blinks a few times as he looks himself over in the mirror. ‘Oh, wow. That’s way better.’ He’s now sporting a long-top, backswept, tapered hairstyle with a rounded back. Given how clearly tense he was throughout the entire cutting process, a trendy skin fade would have fairly obviously been too much for his liking. After giving Jonathan a few moments to make his mental evaluations, one of the hairdresser’s dreadlocks uses a soft-bristle brush to clear away the loose hair clippings around the collar of the barber cape. A few other coils of his hair organize the various tools he used, setting them aside for cleaning. Meanwhile, he quickly sweeps aside the bulk of the rogue tufts of hair on the ground in a much more conventional hands-on-broom method as he uses the mirror to make eye contact with Jonathan again. “Lookin’ good, mon. Well? Whaddya tink?” His question pulls Jonath
Once Jonathan is finally en route to the hairdresser...[Safe distance from Mikah’s power detected. Alert; you have exceeded 10 GDV. You have one enhancement available.]‘Oh! Um, you said before that rank three vision should be good enough to see through Maria’s powers, right?’[Correct, rank three should be sufficient as long as her target is in motion. Rank four would be necessary to see anything stationary, given the current strength of her powers. Please be aware that going beyond rank three for any individual enhancement has additional requirements.]‘Three should be good enough to avoid most of her pranks... Use my upgrade on vision.’[Please confirm that you would like rank two vision.]‘Yeah.’[Understood. Please close your eyes during calibrations to avoid nausea.]Jonathan slows from running at enhanced speed into a normal-paced jog for a few steps, then stops and shuts his eyes.[Bzzt... Calibrations complete.]He opens his eyes and looks around, blinking several times.‘Wo
The duo’s fiery funnel further forces the growing multi-car pile-up towards the middle of the street for a few seconds longer. Finally, the flames falter and fade. After a short delay, the wind wanes as well.‘Oh, I shouldn’t give them any extra reasons to think I’m a threat.’Jonathan swiftly shuts and pockets his switchblade as he follows the sidewalk. While doing so, his attention flicks between the ongoing chaos in the street and the front door of Howling Cartographer’s HQ lobby.Ashley steps through the door with Jason right behind her. They both take a moment to appreciate their destructive handiwork with smug expressions. Considering that Jonathan is conspicuously the only person still in the immediate vicinity, they quickly focus on him.Before either of them manage anything beyond a glare, Jonathan raises both hands in a submissive gesture, showing that he isn't wielding a weapon. "I-I just wanted his gun!"Ashley's exposed eye squints with amusement, the not hair-hidden cor