endbringer, meet gun

[peterxy]

...Very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.

The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.

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[mrglam]

Copy does not react-

until the golf ball hits him on the forehead, at which point he goes "Ow!"

"What?"

Copy's looking at the ball. "...she threw a golf ball at me." He blinks some more and looks at Lorica again. "I can see you now!"

[thinkering]

Lorica laughs. She holds up two fingers.

[mrglam]

"Two," copy says.

"Huh," original says, but doesn't look.

[thinkering]

"You're not sapient, just capable of vision now, right?"

[mrglam]

"I am very much not sapient, just capable of vision now."

[thinkering]

"Cool. C'mere, let's see if you can hear on your own too, same principle."

[mrglam]

"Okay." He comes.

[thinkering]

She whispers: "Seven."

[mrglam]

"Seven," he repeats proudly. Original laughs.

[thinkering]

"All right, this time don't say the answer out loud." Whisper: "Giraffe." Aloud: "Original, what'd I say?"

[mrglam]

"...I dunno?"

[thinkering]

"Guess."

[mrglam]

Blink. "Three...?"

[thinkering]

"Congratulations. Now to replicate -" Whisper: "Blue."

[mrglam]

"That worked? Really? Okay, uh, nine."

Copy looks somewhere between amused and pained.

[thinkering]

"Nope, total bullshit, didn't work either time. Damn, that would have been nice."

[mrglam]

"Oh. What did you say?"

Copy laughs and answers: "Giraffe and blue."

[thinkering]

"So you've got medium-term memory not stored onboard Glam The First, that's still something."

[mrglam]

"Yeah, I think I'm closer to one of your robots with less processing power."

[thinkering]

"Well, that suggests another test. Make another dupe and see if they can telepath each other like my bots can."

[mrglam]

New copy!

Copies look at each other.

"I'm one."

"I'm two."

"Guess that makes me zero," says original.

"And we have a limited form of telepathy anyway," says one.

"He can get us to act as if we had some information he does, even if apparently we can't do the same to him," says two.

[thinkering]

"Yeah, the question is does two know what I whisper to one," says Lorica, and she goes up to one and says, "Minneapolis."

[mrglam]

One looks expectantly at two, who shakes his head. They both sigh in unison.

[thinkering]

"Come on, you just compared yourself to my bots, they're networked up all the time."

[mrglam]

"We meant it more in how we're non sapient constructs with a personality that exist because of powers," says two.

"But in theory we could have this," one says, and he's holding an earpiece that's the twin to one that appeared in two's left ear.

"That was me, by the way," says zero.

"It's really weird that we can make stuff like this appear this easily but not believe our copies telepathy," one muses.

"...it is weird," zero agrees. "You're not actually any different than the earpieces."

"Maybe it's a subconscious expectation thing?" asks two.