Sinthia liked bringing things back to Darcy's shop. Most often they were bits and pieces, tiny things, but useful for the repair of the far more populous generation that were 'younger' than Sinthia. They didn't really have ages and she knew that, but it was easy enough to adapt the terms to life as it had survived.
She brought back a half-full box this time, and a little softball-sized pokobot with a broken wing and cracked eye, and destroyed foot huddled in her jacket. "Darcy. Can you fix him?" she asked, slowly setting it and the assembled bits that had come off it in the course of being tossed away like so much trash, with her usual lack of preamble. It was unusual for Sinthia to bring anything home alive; it wasn't how EDEN had written her programming.
And yet here they both were, and Sinthia with her unnaturally blue-framed camera-eyes was focused solely on the shop's owner, waiting to hear if she could repair the thing that had sadly and brokenly chirped its way into Sinthia's care.
Repairs were a thing of life, even for a unit as tough and well built as him. He may not be as advanced as the GENIIICHASSIS but he's sturdy, heavy, well put together with that little bit of humanity inside. Still, with how he was assembled and the way his arm functions, he knows he needs to come in regularly, to be maintained if nothing else. So he enters the labs post mission, stripped of his weaponry and only a few scratched. Genuine blood against his cheek, but a few filters busted on one shoulder, a milker white fluid slipping from those.
There are pain receptors there, he's sure, but he doesn't feel it right now. Lowering himself down into one of the curved seats, waiting with a silent cock of his head to the side. He didn't have much to say, besides reporting in on his damages if he was asked; but usually the techs he came across were not in the mood to talk to him. Most were afraid, even if protocol stated he couldn't do a thing to him; but it wouldn't be the first time Bucky displayed unusual behavior.
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She brought back a half-full box this time, and a little softball-sized pokobot with a broken wing and cracked eye, and destroyed foot huddled in her jacket. "Darcy. Can you fix him?" she asked, slowly setting it and the assembled bits that had come off it in the course of being tossed away like so much trash, with her usual lack of preamble. It was unusual for Sinthia to bring anything home alive; it wasn't how EDEN had written her programming.
And yet here they both were, and Sinthia with her unnaturally blue-framed camera-eyes was focused solely on the shop's owner, waiting to hear if she could repair the thing that had sadly and brokenly chirped its way into Sinthia's care.
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There are pain receptors there, he's sure, but he doesn't feel it right now. Lowering himself down into one of the curved seats, waiting with a silent cock of his head to the side. He didn't have much to say, besides reporting in on his damages if he was asked; but usually the techs he came across were not in the mood to talk to him. Most were afraid, even if protocol stated he couldn't do a thing to him; but it wouldn't be the first time Bucky displayed unusual behavior.
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