lung, meet rewind

[msrewind]

She gets the note just before lunch. She's in the PHQ in less than twenty minutes, then she knocks on Piggot's door politely.

Comments

[thinkering]

"Yeah. And once it's there it'll be able to report to you if other bots appear in its vicinity."

[mxglam]

"Yes. I'm gonna need a video feed ready to receive its input, though, so I can in principle tell that it's inside the phone."

[msrewind]

"That's a really weird limitation."

[mxglam]

They spend the next hour or so in this vein, expanding the planning tree until they're all satisfied that it's the best they can do to save Rewind's parents.

"Can your bot produce, like, a summary of this? Or a report, or something? So we can show it to Piggot."

[thinkering]

"On it," says the bot.

[mxglam]

"Awesome. Alright, operation save-Rewind's-parents is on."

[msrewind]

"You know, it's kinda weird that you two call me Rewind even here."

[mxglam]

Blink. "Yeah, I'm kinda used to using Lorica's cape-name due to her not being out with her secret identity here and. Habit." Shrug.

[thinkering]

"I can stop if you want."

[msrewind]

"Eh, I don't really care. And it's weirder that Glam sometimes walks around in their suit. Like now."

[mxglam]

"Well, that is 'cause sometimes I'm feeling more nonbinary than boy or girl."

[msrewind]

"Alright. So, uh, do we call Armsmaster now?"

[thinkering]

"I'm looking over the bot summary; do you two want to see it before I send it up?"

[mxglam]

"Sure."

[msrewind]

"I think I could probably recite it in my sleep by now, but I guess it won't hurt."

[thinkering]

The bot projects it. It's written in polite bot style but covers all the key points and belabors the reasoning for all the things Piggot's likely to complain about.

[mxglam]

"That looks pretty good," Glam says after reading it all, and Rewind nods in approval.

[thinkering]

"Sending," says the bot.

[mxglam]

"Alright!" Pause. "Now what?"

[thinkering]

"Well, we wait for Armsmaster to answer, I guess."

[mxglam]

"Right, of course."

[acanofworms]

And before Glam has completed saying the word 'course' Armsmaster's reply has arrived, asking them to meet with him and Piggot in Conference Room 03.

[thinkering]

"Showtime."

To the conference room.

[acanofworms]

Armsmaster - or rather, Colin, in civilian gear - and Piggot are waiting there, sitting at the head of the long table.

"We looked over your strategic considerations, and both deemed it acceptable."

[msrewind]

"Yes," she says under her breath.