41st Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

... If it does not stop being wet and damp in here, I am going to rust. Or be forced to watch my joints seize up. Or let my systems run so low, they become virus-ridden.

This is stupid.

[He knows he sounds sulky, but right now, he doesn't care. Stupid boat.]

Is this foolishness going to continue every time the weather changes?

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

Nothin'.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Don't start that.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He grunts.]

You started it.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

How?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

You did the same thing.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

But mine's true.

[heavyweaponsbot]

So is mine.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Uh huh.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...

You're a pain.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Are not.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yes you are.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Are not.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yes, you are!

[heavyweaponsbot]

Then, why do you continue to speak with me?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Because I care about you.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Just checking.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...

Did you need reassurance?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Only when you call me "a pain."

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Listen.

Just because I call you a pain doesn't mean I care less. I've called my Dad a pain before, when he was being one. You're imporant to me, and that's not gonna change.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There's a pause. And then he chuckles.]

Yeah. Just making sure.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Still rings true, Dad bot.

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

What did you call me?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Uh.

[She laughs.]

Dad bot.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I am not.