blasto, meet official opinions on self-replicating minions

[peterxy]

The PRT catches wind of a strange increase in disappeared domestic animals in the downtown area. Given that the people who live there are the rich and powerful, this is clearly a problem that needs to be investigated and solved immediately. The PRT, of course, agrees that this is of utmost importance, and not just because of precedent about mass abductions of pets, of course not, why would you think that, they are so very worried about Fido, even Scion recognizes the merits of rescuing lost pets.

(Lorica's asked to maybe keep a few more eyes there than she has been.)

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[thinkering]

In the meantime the bots will leave trails and lure monkeys.

[peterxy]

Monkeys will be lured and eventually killed and become goop! Windflower's poisons will be denatured! This whole thing will go well into the night!

[thinkering]

Well, the bots don't have to sleep and Lorica can catnap in her workshop. Glam may have to resort to coffee.

[mxglam]

Yeah, so they will.

And eventually, at around four in the morning, they will have run out of monkeys.

[thinkering]

The shoulderbot advises Glam to go to bed.

[mxglam]

Glam will do as advised. Thank Scion it's a Saturday.

[thinkering]

(The shoulderbot will if necessary play a lullaby.)

[mrglam]

Not necessary. Pillow, meet Sadde's head.

Zzzzzzzzzz

[thinkering]

And in the morning it is Sunday. Lorica, having gone to sleep in her surprisingly cozy armor, is up and wants to make sure they still have Blasto.

[peterxy]

They do. He's not the kind of tinker that can get out of his PRT cell using only his fingernails and a pillow.

[thinkering]

Good. Any monkeys turn up overnight or did she get them all?

[peterxy]

She got them all. Civilians were terrified, and the news is spreading, and the Protectorate is preparing an official statement describing the events and the results. There will be a press conference later today, and all the heroes will be asked to participate.

[thinkering]

What fun. She makes sure the shoulderbot will wake Glam in time and caffeinate them if necessary. Poor Glam.

[peterxy]

There's some time, still. They don't need to start getting ready until about 11AM.

[thinkering]

Still.

She spends the intervening time compiling the highlights of the events for regurgitation if anyone makes her talk, and then software-tinkering.

[peterxy]

And then it's 11AM.

[thinkering]

And she comes out of fugue. (A bot polished her while she was in-fugue so she already looks spiffy.) Is Glam up?

[mxglam]

They're... not completely asleep.

[thinkering]

Bot nudges. "There's a press thing. Look alive."

[mxglam]

"My costume can do that for me, look," they say, and their costume is glowing. Literally glowing, it's actually emitting some light. "I don't even need to actually be smiling for my mask to show a smile."

[thinkering]

"You might have to talk and I can't pass for you like I can for Lorica."

[mxglam]

"You can't pass for Lorica either, as I've proved."

[thinkering]

"Nobody else has been able to tell the difference for a long time. And your sample size is small."

[mxglam]

"So we should test again!"

[thinkering]

"Sure. Anyway, ready to go?"