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[upfromthegutter]

Fraggin' pit, you gotta be kiddin' me... [A pair of red, glowing, eye-like shapes set in a copper...well, it sort of looks like a face dim, plates moving down to narrow the shape into slits. This wasn't a human peering out from the screen, but there was something humanoid about it. Like whoever designed it cared more about function than the actual form, and the function was to give others a place to direct their comments, hold a pair of optics, and a mouth.]

[So, yeah. It's a goddamn robot you're looking at.] This is a communicator? What kind of bolthead would design a comm system wit' dis many useless points? I mean pit, even is a newly sparked could tell ya dat dere ain't no point in wastin' metal like dis!

[Pauses, a hand coming up to thoughtfully cup his chin] Unless you was throwin' at somethin'...

[Shrug] Aaaaaanyway, if dis's a communicator, dat means someone's out dere to receive the signal, right? So, to whoever's tunin' in, dis's Rattrap of the Maximal exploration ship, the Axalon. Last I knew, the whole world was goin' white on account a' a transwarp explosion. My scanners ain't pickin' up any Maximal or Predacon signatures, so... Whoever's listenin' in betta' cough up some answers 'bout dis place quick, or I'mma hafta start slaggin' stuff up. I ain't really in the mood t'be pussyfootin' around, capiche?

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[stayb100ponyboy]

He thinks I'm smart?

[Doesn't even care about the rest of it.]

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[upfromthegutter]

....Yes?

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[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius mutes his SFC long enough to make a completely undignified squeak of joy. When he responds to Rattrap, though, he's managed to get himself calmed down and stoic again.]

So, anyway... I'm still interested in hearing more about the technology of your world.