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Stationed at one of the Nexus' many terminals is a rather large,… 
31st-Oct-2009 08:44 pm
Stationed at one of the Nexus' many terminals is a rather large, metallic being of roughly humanoid size and shape. There are eight spindly legs attached to his back, and they shake violently as he cackles and mutters to himself.

His head jerks up, his green, visor-like optic wide with feigned innocence. "Oh, hello there!" he simpers, his raspy voice light and whimsical. "I almost didn't notice you walk up. You see, I've been reading all about the Nexus on this rather handy data terminal, and I must say, it's all very fascinating. In fact, my circuits are all aquiver with excitement." He giggles, his optic narrowing to tiny slits of light. "I anticipate that I will enjoy my stay here very much, teehee!"

"However," he pushes himself away from the terminal, standing up straight and tilting his head to the side, resting one claw underneath his chin. "It seems one must ask a question to be permitted residence here, and I would certainly hate to be removed before I could uncover its mysteries. And so I would like pose this little conundrum:

They say that knowledge is power, and that power corrupts. With this in mind, do you believe that it is possible to know too much? Do we, as sentient creatures, have a responsibility to uncover all that we can and expand our knowledge, or should we be content simply to know what is laid before us?"
1st-Nov-2009 06:20 pm (UTC)
"Ohhhhhh, I want a front row seat!" Strawbaby dances on the arm of a nearby couch.
1st-Nov-2009 06:30 pm (UTC)
"Front row seat, hmm?" Tarantulus leans down, examining the tiny creature. He pokes her with one of his claws, stroking his chin thoughtfully with the other. "What a delightfully charming creature you are. I think I should like to take you apart."
1st-Nov-2009 06:36 pm (UTC)
"Yup! For when your brain explodes!" She laughs at him. "And you can't. I don't have any moving parts."
1st-Nov-2009 06:41 pm (UTC)
The spider chuckles, his optic narrowing in a way that suggested a smirk. "Oh, but my dear, it already has," he simpers, his optic glowing brighter. For a moment, it seemed as though there was another presence inside him, but it faded quickly. "I'm sure I can find a way, as soon as I am construct a proper lair."
1st-Nov-2009 06:57 pm (UTC)
"Really? I wanna see!" A little green thing will now try to swarm up Tarantulas' poking arm and get to his head, so that she can poke it.
1st-Nov-2009 07:06 pm (UTC)
Tarantulus swats half-heartedly at the little girl, tilting his head away from her. "You silly little thing, I don't have squishy brains like the humans. I have circuits and wires, nothing that exciting to look at. And the only reason I am here is because they exploded, however, they seem to have been repaired upon my arrival."
1st-Nov-2009 07:12 pm (UTC)
"Ooooo, wires and circuits make even better booms! Do you think it'll do it again?" She clings to whatever part she's managed to reach.
1st-Nov-2009 07:23 pm (UTC)
"It's unlikely, considering the Nexus's Anti-Violence Field," Tarantulus shrugs, reaching over to pick her up by the back of her tinfoil armor. "And it's not an experience I care to repeat."
1st-Nov-2009 07:29 pm (UTC)
1st-Nov-2009 07:34 pm (UTC)
"Hmm, speaking of rats, I'm sure you could find one around here who would be more than happy to blow something up. A blue and silver one, perhaps."
1st-Nov-2009 07:37 pm (UTC)
"You know you only have one eye?"
1st-Nov-2009 07:44 pm (UTC)
"Yes, my pretty little fly, I'm well aware of that," Tarantulus drawls, scrutinizing her again. Though her composition was entirely out of stone, he wondered if there was still a way to drain the life from her. Magic probably tastes tingly.
1st-Nov-2009 07:49 pm (UTC)
"Hmmm... if I poke you here are you ticklish?" She pokes curiously, basing her choice of poking spot on years of experience.
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