3rd Trot

[frothymilk]

[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.

[Action]
[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.]

Comments

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[frothymilk]

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]

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[electrowhipit]

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.

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[frothymilk]

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.

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[electrowhipit]

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.

[ action ]

[frothymilk]

[...]

[ . . . ]

Ohmygosh.

[Just staring. Forever.]

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

[ action ]

[electrowhipit]

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

You okay?

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[frothymilk]

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.

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[electrowhipit]

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