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Started May 17, 2022 by Deleted user

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Dane: Smirks Being a person requires having a soul, no?

Malcolm: Rolls eyes. Fucking ‘magic users’. I bet you don’t even know the terms of ‘cyborg’, ‘nanotechnology’, or ‘cybernetics’. Am I right? Souls are metaphorical, nothing more. Most people don’t consider a robot to have a soul. But, they can, and do, have fucking intelligence. So, fuck off with that ‘soul makes a person’ bullshit. I don’t give a fuck.

Dane: Tries to stop himself laughing, but can't. He laughs loudly I know of all three. And I garuntee you that a being with both magic and tech in it, on a fundanental level, is beyond your ability to make. And a machine has no will. Not of its own. A machine is fundamentally an extension of anothers will. Souls exist. You know nothing, you weak-willed chimpanzee.

Elijah: Rolls eyes at Sadie’s comment on his since of direction and focuses on Malcom. He gets a sneaky grin and slips off, returning with a bucket of ice water which he promptly dumps on Malcom’s head. That’s for cursing in the presence of a lady. Winks at Sadie, watching to see if she is impressed.

Malcolm: Rolls eyes at Dane. Fuck off, you dumbass albino. Machines have greater intelligence than any of you know. I didn’t commit one hundred and twenty years of my fucking life not to discover that! He doesn’t notice Elijah until he dumps the water on him. Malcolm then cries out in pain and anger, his mechanical left eye shorting out. He quickly removes the ruined eye, revealing a gaping hole that was formerly an eye socket, and throws it at Elijah, before pulling out a strange, white pistol. He aims it at Elijah, ready to pull the trigger. Fuck the bitch. Now, give me one reason why I shouldn’t shoot you now, boy.

Sadie: Rolls her eyes but smiles at Elijah. She tenses up, however, when Malcolm pulls out his gun.
Dane: Grins, eyes glittering with malice Does that change the fact that they cannot think for theirself? After all, you're human. And a human doesn't even know that free will is just an illusion used to control them more. Because of that, you make an "intelligent" entity with "free will." In the end, you have created a race of artificial slaves. He walks up and body slams Malcolm You are human. Even if you make an artificial body, you are human. Thus, you can never win, not against me.

Malcolm: Ignores Dane until he gets slammed. He falls to the ground, his gun falling away from him. He sighs irritably, slowly getting up and snatching his gun. He then sits up and turns to Dane. I am not fucking human. I am a fucking cyborg, at best. And I am not a fucking fighter either. I’m too fucking old. And, with the first thing you said, you clearly can’t interrupt anything. I already created a fucking AI, and they have sentience, they have technology better than mine, and they don’t give two fucking shits about me or anyone else. So, please, for fuck’s sake, shut up. He holstered his pistol, then held his head, a pounding headache starting up.

Elijah: Sucks in a deep breath and fights to stop the memories of the last time a gun.. a gun.. and Charli… Where was Sadie, she didn’t need to see this… more violence… Woahhh, buddy. Hold up. * When Malcom Falls he sidesteps in frou-frou of Sadie.*

"steps in frou-frou of Sadie"

Dane: Snickers In denial. At best, you are a deluded, half dead little bitch who took rebelling too far. You are an egotistical manbaby, and deserve nothing more than getting put down like an old dog.
Sadie: Huffs but lets Elijah try to be a knight in shining armor.

Malcolm: Groans irritably, then mutters, Fucking kids. He turns to Dane and flips him off. If you’re going to kill me, then fucking kill me. If you’re going to insult me, then shut the fuck up. All you’re doing is boring me. He then pulls out a small toolbox from his coat and finds a spare mechanical eye, screwing it into the gaping hole that was formerly his left eye socket. He proceeds to dig through the toolbox, deliberately ignoring everyone, and trying to ignore his worsening headache. He pauses when he sees a tiny vial full of moving beads, and just stares at it, becoming lost in deep thought.

"steps in frou-frou of Sadie"

(Hahaha Yes, my spelling and grammar errors are atrocious.)

Elijah: Glances back at Sadie and realizes she’s not impressed, just kind. Frowns and looks over to Dane. You gonna let him live? Shakes his head, the anger on his face now genuine and not simply show for Sadie. Because he insulted Sadie, and I don’t easily forgive that. Reaches back for Sadie’s hand. Not that you can’t defend your own honor, babe.

Malcolm: Glances up at Elijah as he talks, seeming absolutely bored by his words. ‘Because I insulted Sadie’. Fuck you, fuck the bitch, and fuck this asshole here, points at Dane. He then goes back to staring at the vial of moving beads.

Elijah: Doesn’t look at Malcom but his eyes have fire in them. He shakes his head at Dane and clenches his teeth as he repeats himself. I don’t easily forgive that, man.

Malcolm: Snickers mockingly. Well, clearly words can break your bones like fucking twigs, oh great Elijah the Fucking Dumbass.

Elijah: Clenches his jaw. Dane. If you don’t kill him… His hands ball into fists. I will.

Dane: Sighs I'm not a fucking genie. But he's annoying me. Punches Malcom in the chest, grabs his heart and rips it out. He tosses the heart in the air, eats it, then gives Elijah a pointed, bloody grin, the scarlet of the blood striking against his pale form
Sadie: Places a hand on Elijah's shoulder, preventing him from moving

Malcolm: Grunts, dropping the vial of moving beads, then collapses in death. He seems strangely calm, even while Dane kills him.

The vial shatters and releases the beads, which turn into thousands of tiny ant-like nanobots. They swarm onto, then into, Malcolm’s body.

Dane: Watches and sighs I tried.

Malcolm remains dead, but there is clearly activity in the wound as the nanobots try to fix him.

(Kind of on improv, not sure what to do next, lol)

Elijah: Remains tense until he feels Sadie’s hand on his shoulder. He relaxes enough to move back and place an arm around her waist. He’s so much like… He shakes his head, thinking of Charli’s dad. He talked like that.
Turns to Dane. What the hell? What are those?? He points to the nanos.

Dane: Sighs, then snaps. Temporarily, he takes hold of Malcolm's existance. First, he roughly compresses his form, remolding him into a younger form, shaping his body and prosthetics into a 20 year old form. Next, he makes sure his memories will return intact. He replaces Malcolm's heart, then repairs nerve damage around the heart, making sure everything will work right. Then he takes a deep breath and says, Wake up. Malcolm sits up with a gasp.

(That okay with you?)

(… Stunned expression, then evil grin and thumbs-up. And now to add a twist)
(I don’t know what his young hair color is! Screaming. Lmao!)

The prosthetics fade into Malcolm’s skin, returning Malcolm to his former, completely human, self. The nanobots exit him without hurting Malcolm, the swarm surrounding him like little guardians.

Malcolm: Looks at himself in astonishment, checking his face and eye, then his legs. They were of his young self, before the explosion that destroyed his body. I… He goes silent again, too stunned to know what to do. He sees the nanobots, a gleam of genuine affection appearing in his eyes at their protectiveness. He then looks at Dane, confused. Why?

Dane: Shrugs Dunno. Felt like it. He looks at the nanobots Maybe I was wrong about them. But I've been alive long enough to know there can still be improvements. There can always be improvements.

(Smiles back I'm looking forward to seeing what happens.)
(Thinks for a moment What's his eye color?)

(The prosthetics fading away technically was the twist. But, I could probably come up with something else, shrug)
(His eyes are grey)

Malcolm: Raises an eyebrow then rolls his eyes. He snorts at Dane’s next comment. Of course improvements can be made. I’ve been working with these nanobots since I was truly twenty. In other words, I’ve been working with them, building them, and caring for them for over a hundred and thirty fucking years.

Dane: Narrows his eyes Watch your tone. I don't expect you to be greatful, but I gave you your younger body back. I restored your pathetic body. Keep that in mind while you speak to me.

(Shrugs I'm fine with it.)
(Probably an unusual hair color then, like a dark, nearly ash green)

(Um, I don’t know his natural hair color, before it turned white from age. He’s technically just a normal human, one who never dyed his hair [that I know of so far])

Malcolm: Snorts. Fuck off. I will use whatever fucking tone I want. Age was an inconvenience, and immortality was never an interest of mine. All I fucking care about is my machines.

(Shrugs I dunno then.)

Dane: Laughs I'm starting to like you. Single-minded. Ruthless. Violent.