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Poor thing. [Voxes for several medics and a fairly large hover-trailer] C'mon then, let's see what can be done.

If all else fails, he could go and live on a farm...

I could put him in a computer if you would like. I have a lot of experience with that, being dead and all.

Just why are you dead? That was a very confusing moment.

And why are you a floating drone? Couldn't you just borrow a person, or a servitor or something? [Bops floaty-Verviedi with finger]

I would prefer him being able to be in his original form. I don't know if any medic around here can combat Cthulhu's magic, though. Maybe get a backup of him on a computer, just in case?

Pops up... Sees same shenanigans... Submerges again....... Farts and creates a glorious bubble.

I could not possess you through your augmetic, because I have no wish to see your thoughts. Every single Servitor within range was filled with the same scrapcode that killed me, and the only unshielded technology that would be somewhat useful and capable of supporting my mental architecture was this shield drone sitting in Co'tor's closet for some reason.

The scrapcode that Cthulhu released essentially made my body and the bodies of every one of the Servitors and Skitarii nearby incapable of supporting any from of data transfer. Without the ability to transfer data, I would have ceased to exist instantly due to the electronics in my brain and body being incapable of operating in sync with each other.

To add insult to injury, I was infected by the Clockwork Plague, and my body torn into warp space by the energies being released near Cthulhu.

Oh, so that explains it. Experimentation with true AI and neural engrams in drone bodies. There's about 5 or drones loose with true, if slightly warped, AI. That and a couple hundred micro-drones.

That explains the... very odd drones that attacked me a while back. I could swear there were more than 5...

Really, that's... somewhat alarming.

[Scratches chin] ...? I didn't mean me, you daft goat. I just meant given your disregard for expendable persons such as guard or inquisition, couldn't you -

[Notices other people listening] I mean, valued members of the imperium... [Grin]

There's got to be some way to return you to a state of being with thumbs.

[Wanders over to bog and drops crate of stout next to where JamesGang emerged]

You didn't call any Kroot expendable, so I'm keeping my beak shut on that one.

It also looks like your help has arrived for my Knarloc.

*watches as they haul Knarloc onto trailer to take away*

*sniff* treat him right. If I find any mark on him besides what's already happened I will have each and every one of your medic heads for this.

If I find a person with sophisticated enough augmetics to support my mental architecture, I would possess them, but it seems that nobody meeting those criteria are here.

I already have an automated fabricator off in the bowels of my office creating a new body, but that will take a while.

Wait... Modular bodies...

Where did I put that Wraithlord?

But if you are effectively backed up and all, then surely you don't need someone complex and capable of handling all your mental architecture, just the parts pertinent to things you'd want to get done today? An ambulatory memory stick in comparison to a hard drive, so to speak...

[Blinks] I sometimes wonder when I internalised speaking about people in this way. [Shakes head]

And blackjack, if you threaten medics, they tend to get.. twitchy. You'd be better off bribing them with food.

[Lies down on sofa for a kip]

I guess I can try that. There's still the meat I had on the Knarloc, they can help themselves to that.

Would something like suffice for the tech priest?

Of course either floating, legs, or both, fold the legs in and float if you like, also options of colors if you like.

That thing looks like it can't hold weapons.

[Wakes up] Nggh. Morning... [Sees proffered example] [Screams in very undignified manner and leaps behind sofa] [Sits in defensive ball with arms over head]

Stand and fight, soldier!

*gets back up, totes unharmed*

Oh. That's what a perpetual is.

*jumps off a cliff*

OH EMPEROR DAMNIT THAT HURTS

*reattaches a leg*

[Composes self] I just don't handle mornings well, okay? [Stays sitting behind sofa with a book, and smokes]

Selym, stop deliberately damaging imperial property, you godless monstrosity. Go and have breakfast.

I did consider that, but ran into the problem of needing a powerful computer to house my personality, and managing two of more copies of me at the same time.

Since my death, I am technically a true AI, so rewriting my own mental architecture to support that should be easy.

You could always see what the Dragon Is offering, terrifying as it is..?

Weren't there several of you in the butter tank at one point? Where did they all go to? Could you ask one to nip back for a bit and help you?

[Attaches bunny ears and googly eyes to the top of Verviedi]
... [Draws annoyed eyebrows above the eyes with a dry erase marker]

The Dragon?

I don't really think that's an option.

Cthulhu created 999 copies of me, but they discovered interdimensional travel and ran away to some alternate reality.

*Floats over to closet and opens it with a tentacle made of forcefields

Now that is cool.

Who's the floating guy?

Is it some MAV?

*clambers back into the Leman Russ Floating Rail Tank™*

*starts brewing more tea*

Well, how the processor of the Drone is holding him, Is a miracle as it is not that powerful a processor. The body proferred can be customized of course on request, and I can make a processor and internal hard drive capable of holding all he needs with about five googleplex bytes of memory storage, or, I could just scrap it all and make a fountain that also opens dimensional gates for long distance communication.

 shasolenzabi wrote:
Well, how the processor of the Drone is holding him, Is a miracle as it is not that powerful a processor. The body proferred can be customized of course on request, and I can make a processor and internal hard drive capable of holding all he needs with about five googleplex bytes of memory storage, or, I could just scrap it all and make a fountain that also opens dimensional gates for long distance communication.

I'm running out of water for my bivvie, go with the fountain.

*prepares a table of tea and biccies on the tank's hull*

C'mon you lot!

Ugh, already this late into the day?

*produces a canteen and takes a swig of its contents*

I wasn't quite sure what was in that, but it was actually not that bad.

*takes another swig and wanders off to find a piece of shade outside*

Does nobody want my tank-issue tea?