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*scratches his head*
You really do not want to know....

[Sits up] ... ... [Attempts to shiv War Kitten and run away]

*shiv breaks on contact with armor*
*grabs BC by the back of his neck*
I seriously do not get why you keep trying to stab me or blow me up. It won't work
*looks sternly at him*
Now explain yourself, or I'm giving you to the Blood Raven
*points to Selym*

[Looks at twerking Boreales] ... [Redoubles efforts trying to run away]

Perhaps we make a deal? I take care of the juvenile and someone explains to me why a human would want to give up himself to become an AI. Fair enough?

You'd have to ask Verviedi himself about that, as some weird things happened that lead up to it.
*kicked in the face by BC*
That wasn't nice....
*grips him a little harder by the neck*
EXPLAIN YOURSELF!

Now, now. If you wish for someone to talk, it's much better to start low, and work up. Humans don't need their lower halves, which makes them a nice warm up for them answering questions. Shall I demonstrate?

[Freezes] [Puts arms over head and curls up in a ball] M'just trying to leave and everyone keeps dragging me back.

[Human assistance service overide]

*gets blanket and coffee for BC*

And why do you want to leave? This seems to be the safest place to be around here, since everywhere else has terrifying monsters that'd rather eat you than talk to you.

OOC: I figure that since Carter doesn't have any ongoing commands, he is trying to find ways to be useful. As such, he'd be jumping from side to side to whenever one needs more assistance at the time. This also means he doesn't have much of a purpose right now besides chirping out some suggestions that to him seem completely relevant and useful, while they don't help much at all.

Now now BC. We're your friends here, we're not trying to hurt you, I just wanted to know why you kept trying to stab me when I saved your unappreciative butt. Besides, you don't want to leave Kimmy do you?
*she walks up to BC and pats him on the head in a soothing manner*

...You stopped me leaving. [Flinches from patting]

... [Calms down slightly]I just have this overwhelming sensation of foreboding. I was happy and then you put me in hospital and then there was a doorframe, and then I tried to leave and everyone was very against it.

[Looks at Blackjack] Maybe you could help rebuild the infirmary I blew up? [Looks embarrassed]

I'm sorry about that BC, but you did try to stab me at the time. Marines tend to respond violently to things like that. I apologize.
*sets him down on the ground and fixes his greatcoat*
You're ok now. We're all ok now.
*hands him a (now disarmed) grenade*
Pulled that sucker out of your skull, may be the reason for some of your more "psychotic" behavior.

*gives a salute and takes a construction hat from a random Krootox*

If you don't mind me, strange beaked gorilla alien, I have a job to do.

*starts gathering bricks to construct a new infirmary*

[Looks at hand grenade] Ah. Right.
...We have strong anti-tampering defense protocols in the Imperium. If anyone had captured me and tried to use my head as a servo-skull to get Commissariat information, that would have detonated.

[Smiles] Ironically I can't remember most of my Commissariat information because Verviedi wiped some of it, and then there was a hand grenade taking up space.

[Scratches surgery scar] I'm not sure what effect removal of a large metal object is going to have on my brain, if I'm honest.

*To 2bj1*

"I could lend you a few Probes to help you rebuild your facility. You would finish it faster that way."

*Turns to BC*

"Stabbing is not nice, buttery Terran, you really shouldn't do that."

*Kimmy smiles and nods approvingly*

...I panicked. [Looks at feet]

If you were grabbed by a commissar or a space marine shortly after waking up from surgery, you'd probably panic too.

Understandable I suppose
*removes helmet showing face*
Just remember that Marines are human too, not as much as you admittedly, but it still exists.
*puts helmet in equipment locker*
*walks back out and hands BC a pamphlet*
You might need this.

I really wouldn't leave that lying around with the Blood Ravens in the room...

[Looks at pamphlet] ...? What is this?

*helmet teleports from equipment locker to orbiting UM strike cruiser*
It's fine.
I don't know what the pamphlet is though. I found it my locker though, so it must be good.

"How to Deal with Being an Exploited Resource in an Unyielding Fascist Regime." [Turns it over] "Chemical Lobotomy: Is it for You?"

... ...
[Pockets Pamphlet]

I'm afraid that all remains of my original body were infected with some form of virus and annihilated by Cthulhu. I generally use artificial bodies.

The Imperium still practices servo-skulling?! Can't they just use drones?

It's the easiest way to gain access to an uncooperative person's stored information, I'm told. Like a memory stick made out of people.

It's seen as a great honour to be made into one. [Stares very hard at the wall] By some.

So what did the Imperium do to you? I hear from our Earth Caste scientists who specialize in undoing brainwashing that humans have the most horrific techniques.

... [Stares straight ahead and speaks in a monotone] As a student of the Schola Progenium, I was raised in a nurturing and well structured environment conducive to the understanding of the universally taught Imperial Creed. I am a well adjusted individual and I am proud to call the Imperium my home.

Though if you're talking about me on a personal level, they beat me daily until I stopped being trusting of other people, and then taught me how to manipulate my fellow man into believing a lasgun could in any way face down advanced xeno technology.

...And what did that idiot do to your brain to get it working semi-normally for a short period of time?

I'll accept it this time.

Well the first time, he wired me up to a machine, left it running far too long, and caused smoke to come out of my ears and access port. [Looks around] He can't hit me from here, right?

After that it's hazy. Generally blurs into a series of Please Don't and Oh God-Emperor Why being largely ignored.

I'll take the help, why not? Although I have already laid out the foundations, so now it's mostly just building up from here.

...Nah, I think he's off playing Pong with an entire planet's computing resources. I'm sure he can't hit anyone.

I don't hurt BC.

...There was that time you shot my arm off. And when you all collectively ruined my holiday by abducting me during re-training and massacring the other occupants. And the time you locked me in the tank with the Daemonette when I was sedated. And the time you turned the table into-

[Notices awkward silence] [Edges away and quietly fiddles with maintenance hatch on Butter Tank]

I believe that first occurence would be classified as saving your life, as would the second one. The Schola Progenium requires graduating Commissar candidates to execute a peer. You do not seem the type to execute anyone.

...You're mad at me for that third one? It was a much safer place for you to be than outside while you were sedated.

Oh, that last thing? I was, em, on Machine-God. Possession and all that.

...This, this all happens regularly?

*Activates jetpack to escape, but it's immediately shut down.*

No, you will stay here and provide a role model for everyone.

You consider me a role model?!