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By the time Noiz had made it back to the shop, he was ready to just strip the robot for parts and kick the rest of it in the bin. It was so damn heavy and he was at least 99% sure he now had a permanent hunchback because of it.
Ever so gracefully, he dropped the thing in the back of the shop, just past his personal workspace, and behind a rusty, old car that had no hope of being saved. Noiz ignored the sound of cracking plastic, instead sighing in exasperation as it managed to tangle itself in seconds. It was worse than when the old man forgot to put away the cords the other week and he had to spend an hour untangling them all.
Kicking a few of the larger shards of plastic under the car as he walked away, Noiz couldnd need a new case, which would cost an arm and a leg to find, and then there was trying to find a new board to replace the one in its back that looked completely fried. And then there was either looking through Keisen again to find the missing fingers and leg, or ordering them online. What else needed replacing?
Noiz paused, rag stilled over the belly of the thing. His eyes trailed down ever so slightly, to where someone had the decency to cover the lower regions of the robot. It hadn well, there was only one way to find out.
Abandoning the rag, Noiz carefully popped open the buttons of what remained of the robotYou have got to be shitting me. the creator of these things was an absolute pervert. Who gave a robot something like that? It looked like it could strangle him. Or at least rip him apart. Who would even let that thing be stuck in them?
Clicking his tongue, Noiz had enough courtesy in him to button the pants up again. He knew hed leave them be. He didnt too sure about. He knew there were a lot of potential buyers for whatever information was on this things memory drive. The parts themselves were expensive too; it was high quality shit that were only really available in Platinum Jail if you knew someone.
But on the other hand, if he fixed it up, he a top quality one too. Also, if what these things were capable of was also true, itd have to sleep on it. He wasnd need to head out to Keisen again. Which meant het friendly of course. They were on surprisingly good terms, all things considered. Hed send the guy a message first, just to check if it was okay to head down in the next week. An alert on his screen told him there would be a drop-off in three days. Typical.
He sent the message anyway. He could always see how he went fixing it up. And if he had more parts at least, heNoiz? You here boy?s appearance.
Noiz made me effort to reply, only averting his eyes. The old man had been his caretaker of sorts for the past few years. Welcomed him into his home and let him work for him whenever he felt like it. His door was always open to Noiz, even though Noiz had taken residence in the small apartment above the shop.
Nodding once, Noiz cast one more look at the robot once the old man turned his back. He swore it stared back.