⇝ 001; video then text

[madrush]

[There's one thing about the MIDs that Tommy can't stand and that's how they're strapped to his hand. Nobody, nobody, can take a good video unless they can extend their hands all the way out and bend them up at angles that aren't natural. Otherwise, the screens too close and tilted wrong. He tries to send a video first, and it's a messy shot of his face before he gives up and sends a text.]

A couple things. Would someone tell me why anyone thought being on a space ship is a good idea? There's nowhere to run.

[Which is the most important thing, obviously.]

Second, I'm looking for some recruits to form a team. Not just anybody. Anyone that's different and wants to stand up to the bad guys. If you're interested, let me know. Thanks.

[Oh yeah.]

I'll be in the cargo bay if you want to meet in person. White hair, ask for Speed.

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[madrush]

Why are you still thinking about it? Robot. Not a robot. You're not supposed to think about how your parents made you, okay?

[Tommy flicks the video feed on and makes a face at Peter.]

I dunno. I just figure that if he's sort of my dad, that he'd be yours. But then, he could be like your brother in law instead. Or something. I don't know, this is all messed up.

[He leans in closer to the MID on his wrist.]

How white is your hair?

[takeitslow]

That only counts when your parents had you the old fashioned way.

[Again it's a small miracle the screen is attached to his wrist. It prevents the gesture he's making from showing on the feed.]

Very messed up. [On that they can agree.] I'm pretty sure my mom back home never screwed a robot. And my sister is like, my age so she better not be getting me a brother in law.

[He snorts, tugs at a few of the longer strands to pull them into better view.]

It's silver. Not white.

[madrush]

Silver, huh?

[Tommy's getting tired of all the videos and texting. It's not quite as fun as face to face.]

Wanna meet up somewhere? Name any place on the ship.

[Then maybe they could talk about other weird stuff, but not more about Wanda's and sisters and mothers and robots having sex.]

Though I vote no sex talk. Well not about family anyways.

[takeitslow]

Yes.

[It's gray but he's going to pretend it's something fancier, okay? He's seventeen and looks like an old man, it's awful.]

Have you figured out where the lounge is? There's at least stuff to do there.

[He lets out a tiny snort.]

I don't know, dude. You're my nephew. I don't want your mom getting mad at me for ruining your innocent mind.

[madrush]

I'm already on my way.

[Which means he'll be there in a few seconds and he's curious about how long it'll take Peter.]

How old are you anyways? You don't look old enough to be an uncle.

[He raises a brow.]

Innocent mind? Too late to be worried about that.

[takeitslow]

I'll try not to be bored waiting.

Seventeen. And age so doesn't matter. I've already told your brother that. I don't care how old you are, I'm older. I'm the uncle, it'd be weird if I wasn't.

[pffft]

Don't tell me my nephew is a perv.