16th Command; video

[aggravating]

[The video clicks on to Tony looking harried and, well, sleep deprived in the lab he's been given access to. He should probably be sleeping, considering he should really be off his leg still and it's like, ass o'clock, but who's keeping track, right?

Also, he might just be waving at the camera with the skeleton of what seems to be a robotic arm.]

So, I have things. And I've kind of forgotten who they're for. Well, okay, no. This- [Have some robotic skeleton fingers wiggling] -is the only one I'm still not sure on, so if you're missing an arm and looking to gain one of the metal, not-so-organic kind, hi. Tony Stark. I'll be your creepy prosthetic tailor for the duration of your stay here. Tips appreciated.

That said, anyone want anything robotic improved, I'm looking for projects that hopefully won't end up in a miniature robot invasion this time around. So if you want an alarm clock that doubles as a taser, toaster, microwave, and guard dog, you're listening to the right broadcast.

[Thaaaaat being said, he has a few private call-outs to make, so. Bye, barge.]

[Private to Dean]
I have a present for you. [And no, unfortunately, it isn't an automatic toilet cleaner.]

[Private to Natasha]
I have a few things. Also, you owe me Russian lessons. [And if his tone is a little less asshole-ish than the rest of his broadcast it's completely just part of her imagination.]

[Private to Duo]
So, that robot pet thing. I have it. Pretty much bulletproof and self-repairing. To a point. Sophisticated, kinda independent AI with basic protocols and a developing personality. Also to a point. Consider it a less annoying, more advanced Furby. Probably going to be a work in progress until I can get it to just the right specs, so expect some upgrades and tweaks to be needed.

[Private to Charles]

[This message is... well, it's a little harder to get going. There's a long moment of silence as Tony just sits in the lab Charles has let him run "wild" in, turning a piece of metal over and over in his hands. Finally, he lets out a breath of air and looks square at the camera]

I'm an alcoholic. And I might need some help handling it.

Comments

[secretasshole]

[David doesn't shrug. It's too human a gesture and while he understands it, it's just not something he thinks to do. He can express himself perfectly well without body language. He does, however, smile.]

Robots are relatively common, in my world.

[aggravating]

[... Oh. Tony's suddenly very interested]

I'm liking your world already. [Well. Wait.] Is this one of those five laws things? Thou shalt not harm a human, thou shalt not piss off a human, thou shalt not be anything other than a glorified, human shaped Roomba?

[secretasshole]

Not precisely. [He's indirectly killed a couple humans so.] Although I am familiar with Asimov.

[aggravating]

Seems to be a thing. [People are generally concerned when they realize Tony doesn't exactly follow science fiction rules when it comes to his AIs. Oops.] Spill. Your world's robots. Are they they general work replacement kind or the creepily human android kind.

[Little does he know, right?]

[secretasshole]

[Humans are hilarious. B) David is just smiling in that polite/creepy way of his.]

There are some that simply preform basic tasks as part of assembly lines or assist in other mundane manners. More advanced models, like myself, are not as uncommon as they once were, but have increased in number as technology has improved.

[aggravating]

[Okay he'd been kind of halfway paying attention to what this blond Erik was saying but as soon as that like myself is slipping out David's being given 110% of Tony's attention.]

You're a robot? [Tell him more, you sexy mess of gears, you c:]

[secretasshole]

[You just said his face was unsexy because Erik. :|]

Yes. [WHAT ELSE WOULD HE BE, TONY.]

[aggravating]

[Your face is ugly. Your insides are probably a work of art.

... And he means that in a totally non creepy robot serial killer sort of way.]

Huh. Wouldn't have called that. [WELL HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT?

Also please to be ignoring that kind of almost creepy glint of inventive interest in his eyes.] What year are you from?

[Because if they're creating completely human-like robots it has to be some ridiculous date Tony won't see unless he ganks an Asgardian time travel octagon. They have space traveling cubes, it only stands to reason they have other stuff on planet viking.]

[secretasshole]

[SURE YOU DO...]

2093. And you?

[aggravating]

[ C: ]

2012. [So not that far in the future? Awesome. Even if they're not from the same universe, advances in robotics shouldn't be that different...] No chance you're Stark tech, huh?

[secretasshole]

Weyland Industries. A subset of Weyland Corporation. [BUILDING BETTER WORLDS~]