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c: equius zahhak

3rd Trot

[Phone]

I have heard there is injured. Beyond what the hospital can manage, in fact. You have no reason to trust me, but I am...

I feel that I need to do something.

I can hardly say that I am trained to human standards, but I can build and install robotic limbs without complications. If you speak to any of the trolls, they can confirm this.

With the technology available to me here, they will not be as sophisticated as I would like, but I can promise you, they will be the best quality prostheses I can produce. For anyone who requires them.

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[Equius can be found sitting on the floor in the lobby of the hospital, parts and partially finished limbs taking up space on the chairs, and the area around him. The dark circles under his eyes seem deeper than normal, and his hands shake a bit, but he just keeps on working, ignoring the occasional efforts of drone nurses to move him.]

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How intricate are they?

They should feel as natural as your own flesh. If they do not, then something is wrong, and I can make adjustments as necessary. If you have any mechanical skill, you could maintain them yourself.

They have organic parts?

[There's a slight hesitation before he speaks again]

Normally, I would say yes, technically. If I had access to my sylladex, then they most certainly would, at the very least where flesh meets machine. I am working on a way to make do without my semi-organic filaments, however.

If you need parts, I might be able to help. I can also probably break down larger pieces into smaller ones if you need it.

I certainly could use the parts, thank you. I'm staying at the hospital until further notice, as this would be the best environment for installation. The main thing that I require is wires. Extremely thin wires. Copper is preferable, but anything that is a good conductor of electricity will suffice.

I'll see what I can salvage.

You're... uh, gonna have to meet me outside of the hospital, though. I can't go inside.

That's fine. I'm only in the lobby, as it is. And the nurses seem to think I should take a break. Take your time.

[He'll be waiting outside when Jolt arrives, a half-finished carton of milk in his hands, and seemingly staring off into space.]

[ A blue sedan- one clearly without a driver- pulls up, honking its horn lightly. He doesn't know what Equius looks like, but he figures if this isn't him, he can ask where to find him. ]

[At the sound of the horn, Equius jolts to attention with a whinny, the milk carton falling from his hands]

I wasn't sleeping!

[...Cough. Ahem. Excuse him while he blushes and preens a bit, getting himself back into some semblance of order before-]

Um... [Just sort of... eyeing the car, then looking around for the driver.] Hello?

Hi there! [ Yes indeed that car talks. If he noticed that he startled Equius, he doesn't remark on it. ] I'm delivering parts for someone making prostheses?

[Talking... car...]

[Talking]

[Car]

[Talking car]

[That is a most lovely shade of b100]

[Be still his beating hemo-pump]

Oh. Yes. That would be me. My apologies, I completely failed to introduce myself, didn't I? My name is Equius Zahhak. It's... a pleasure.

Nice to meet you. I'm Jolt.

... I'd shake your hand, but as you can see, I don't have any at the moment.

[ He does pop open the trunk, though ]

Your stuff's in there. I grabbed what I could find.

[ There's quite a mess of wires there- mostly things he ripped out of various dashboards at the local garage. There's some other odds and ends, too. ]

No, no, that's quite all right. I am simply thrilled to make your acquaintance. You are a very sophisticated and exquisite looking piece of machinery, and I can appreciate that quite thoroughly.

[Gushing, him? Just a bit.]

[He scoots around the back as the trunk pops, nickering softly at the assorted parts]

Yes, yes, that should all do quite nicely. Thank you once again, for fetching these for me. I do appreciate it.

[He starts pulling parts out and making a small pile near the hospital entrance. He doesn't want to keep Jolt waiting any longer than he has too by taking it in load by load]

[Especially since the drone nurses have gathered by the door, looking scandalized at the oily, greasy things he'll be bringing in]

Oh, stop. You're gonna make me blush.

[ He sits there patiently as Equius unloads all of the parts. ]

Seriously, though, let me know if I can help. I've got some training in this kind of thing.

Oh, no, it's all true. I've been building robots since I was two. I know superb technology when I see it.

Although I do admit, I am having some issues with the blending of flesh and machinery. The materials I had back home were made specifically to mimic organic substances, so there was never any issue there, but everything here is completely inorganic. I need a way to translate nerve impulses from cells that are chemically based back into electrical impulses that would then be picked up by the copper wires.

Actually, it would be fairly simple to do, I would just need chemical detector that is attuned to those passing between neurons, however, the real problem is is that everything is... well... extremely large, and the size I would require would have to be less than the width of a strand of hair. If you can produce something of that size in large quantities, I could give you instructions for precisely what I require, and I would be extremely grateful.

I think I get what you're saying, but I don't think it's something I can do. I'm just as limited by the supplies here as you are.

Besides--

[ There's a pause as he transforms, unfolding from car to 20-foot-tall robot in a whirl of shifting plates. He flexes a set of too-ling, wicked-looking fingers ] Small isn't my strong suit.

[...]

[ . . . ]

Ohmygosh.

[Just staring. Forever.]

[And sweating. He could really use a towel right now]

[ Jolt blinks a couple of times, lowering himself to a kneel ]

You okay?

Ehehehehehe...

[Ohgosh, hedidnotjustmakethatsound. Cough, ahem. Oh, his face must be so red right now, he feels like his head is going to explode]

You're a robot.

Yes, I am. I guess I should have warned you first.

[Dexter has been searching for answers on everything, and his search has finally lead him to the hospital. He was not expecting to run into Equius at work, though. This is an excellent chance for him to finally make some more conversation with the strange troll alien!]

You... need any help there, Equius?

Not unless you can make microchips. [he barely even glances up, just shakes his head with a sigh] At this point, I think that that is the final component that I am missing.

[he pauses, then looks up] I suppose I should ask if you know someone by the name of Milla, do you? I have legs prepared for her, but all I know is that she is a friend of a friend.

When I said, genius, I was not kidding! I've constructed a number of robots and complex computers with artificial intelligences! Though I'm still lacking in supplies, I'm sure we could find the necessary materials around here...

I don't recall anyone by the name of Milla, though.

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