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@T  
He rubs their heads since the bionoids have sensors for feeling. “You two are cute, you know…I might take you two home when I get off work. Anyways, since you both have high intelligence levels…or should have, at least, I would like you both to work on a program that allows me to test units much like yourselves without having to use real bodies…like yourselves. The, uh…engineers…they’re getting mad at me…”

@T  
(dammit! i for got to add that she had at least a partially developed human personality embeded in her ai. frak)  
“What happened here?” She questioned.

@HatOfDisguise  
“Whatever would please you sir.”

@derfuher  
You enter into a garage where some Masters are wounded.

@T  
Wren opened a new program and tried writing some more code. “You two want something to do?”

@T  
She left her pod, checking her armament, a simple assault rifle, then advancing towards the gunfire to investigate…

@HatOfDisguise  
The two take seats, awaiting orders or input.

@derfuher  
You detected a few life signatures nearby, and your audio sensors pick up on gunfire as well.
 
 
@Zaknel  
He yawns and lays down. Leaving you to your devices.

@T  
“Come right on over here then.” Wren leads the two to his desk, giving them both chairs to sit in should they want. In the window he currently has open, there is a very basic yet utilitarian UI(User Interface) for a program that more than likely makes artificial intelligence. Indeed, it looks homemade, but quite thorough. The taskbar was kept minimized, but while Wren had moved the mouse around, it came to rest at a spot to cause the taskbar to show. Wren has a few unnamed Word documents, some open web browser windows, File Explorer, and an antivirus popup.

@T  
“I will see you tomorrow, my master.”

@T  
She scanned for potential masters…

@Luke1066  
“Alright, take care of yourself then.” The Noids nod at you and get back to work.
 
 
@HatOfDisguise  
“Alright, sounds fun. I wanna see what you do on your computer.”
 
 
@derfuher  
Your systems come online as you wake in your storage pod, basically looking like a coffin and fridge rolled into one.  
‘Armastice Security Corps, please locate a master for complex orders, medium free will engaged.’

(YEP, BLAME MY RANTING. MY APOLOGIES.)

@T  
(Sup T, Sorry for ranting on this page…i went through a lot of work on my bionoid’s bio….ill pm it tp you real quick…)

@HatOfDisguise  

 
[OOC: I would not do this but we have been pushed to a new page. I am sorry, my friend]

@Zaknel  
“Nah, I think I’m ready for bed.” He reclines back in his chair.

(Patience Is Wearing Thin, Ja.)

(Patience, Ja.)

(@derfuher  
Please, calm down.)

(T HAS BEEN SILENT FOR TWO DAYS NOW!!! I BLAME FEGELEIN!!! )

@T  
“You need a refill?”

(FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(THIS WAIT HAS BECOME TOO LONG!!! I BLAME FEGELEIN!! )

(NEIN! NEIN! NEIN! NEIN! NEIN!)

@Luke1066  
(NEIN! I DONT HAVE ENOUGH PATIENCE!!! ITS BEEN CLOSE TO 11 HOURS NOW!!!)