07-10-2019, 12:10 AM
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He really shouldn't be so surprised that he was given such a straightforward answer. Much straightforward than what he was expecting. He almost forgot he was talking to an android. Back in his home world, Machiavelli had a great sense of location. His type was known for teleporting (the concentrated teleportation powers of Alce and his group must have been enough to banish him into a whole new universe) and it wasn't hard for Machiavelli to figure out his coordinates. It was useful for them being mythical creatures tasked with guarding history. However, there was a catch. Machiavelli didn't memorize coordinates. They weren't stored in his brain ready to be pulled out. His memory was used for much more useful things - like historical events and timelines. It was slightly different ... He used powers to sense coordinates. He couldn't apply these coordinates to this world because he had zero experience of the whole terrain. And, since he was no longer physically in his own world, he didn't have the atmosphere needed to sense it. His brow furrowed in frustration at this. He really thought he was on to something here, to be foiled because he could not bother to memorize them. Well, then again, I never thought I'd ever have to. He reminded himself, feeling a bitter sting at the memory of his banishment which had only happened a few hours ago.
By now Machiavelli was becoming comfortable around the android. He began to take a few steps closer to RK515, neck outstretched and nostrils flaring to catch the scent. It wasn't much different from what he was expecting a machine to have, but he still was curious. He had noticed that the wolf's eye changed color and it had become silent. It must have scanned me. Machines do that, don't they? Obviously, the Anatolian shepherd could not make much of an inference from this great of a difference so he edged closer. His body language was rightfully passive. Though he was larger, he knew to underestimate your opponent was a deadly game of risk. From what he could tell, the android would be neutral as long as he would be neutral to it. Easy enough. He wondered what they would think of him now, trying to find company in a being driven by code.
"Unfortunately, I just got here. I don't know anything." Usually, like with location, he could sense human beings. The beating of their hearts was very loud and unmistakable. But he could hear no hearts now. He wondered if he ever would again. Machiavelli was a pack animal, and rightfully so. Despite how difficult he was to work with others, he knew the strength in numbers was key and he really did value good comradeship with his partners. If he was alone for long, he'd surely lose his mind. "From where I came from, there were humans everywhere, but I don't think that information is helpful ... as I seem to have no way of getting back home." He was beginning to wonder if his ill-fated creation really was a mark of misfortune for the rest of his life.
By now Machiavelli was becoming comfortable around the android. He began to take a few steps closer to RK515, neck outstretched and nostrils flaring to catch the scent. It wasn't much different from what he was expecting a machine to have, but he still was curious. He had noticed that the wolf's eye changed color and it had become silent. It must have scanned me. Machines do that, don't they? Obviously, the Anatolian shepherd could not make much of an inference from this great of a difference so he edged closer. His body language was rightfully passive. Though he was larger, he knew to underestimate your opponent was a deadly game of risk. From what he could tell, the android would be neutral as long as he would be neutral to it. Easy enough. He wondered what they would think of him now, trying to find company in a being driven by code.
"Unfortunately, I just got here. I don't know anything." Usually, like with location, he could sense human beings. The beating of their hearts was very loud and unmistakable. But he could hear no hearts now. He wondered if he ever would again. Machiavelli was a pack animal, and rightfully so. Despite how difficult he was to work with others, he knew the strength in numbers was key and he really did value good comradeship with his partners. If he was alone for long, he'd surely lose his mind. "From where I came from, there were humans everywhere, but I don't think that information is helpful ... as I seem to have no way of getting back home." He was beginning to wonder if his ill-fated creation really was a mark of misfortune for the rest of his life.