[inca1980]

Machete subvocals to Code.  "Sounds like it's your carnal the rat in the suit you told us about. "

He then yells out again.  "Hey computer man!  Help me out then and stop fuckin' with me eseeee!  Open up the doors or  turn off those pinche robots or somethin' homes!  We wanna get at the loot that's in this building and seein' as you don't got no need for it, why don'tcha do us a solid and help us out carnal!?  You rubbed the monkey the wrong way, but maybe you're really a super chido vato.  Help me to help you carnal!!"

[Kontact]

"I am helping you out, Machete, this very moment.  Ms. Quincy here was just about to come to the part where she demands you step into view and remain still, and then you begin trading gunfire and so forth.  I might have helped you more, but your friend, Rat believed it was better to lie to me and treat me as though I were simple.  In case you have not pieced it together, I have access to the security systems and therefore cameras, microphones, signal scanners... you get the picture."  The robotic voice amplifies a bit.  "Yes Rat, I speak in idioms.  I was programed to communicate using idioms.  I do hope my self awareness of this fact does not 'blow your mind,'" and then returns to a normal speaking volume.  "So, if any of you would like to actually deal with me, instead of begging or lying or some further inanity, then this is your opportunity.  What you want is access.  What I require is information.  If this unacceptable, simply say so, and I will leave you to your business with Ms. Quincy and the rest of the secretarial pool."

[Crossbow]

"I got no problem telling you anything you want to know, s'long as it don't mean spilling Family secrets." Digger pipes up.

[Kontact]

"Hello Digger.  I am not interested in your mothers recipes so much as why, specifically, you are here, now, and what you hope to accomplish by coming to this place.  I was told that you are scavenging, but your ascent has been more or less direct, and your searches have been anything but methodical."

[Xzylvador]

"That thing's somehow missed the part where the first hundred floors or so are torched, previously looted or inhabited by monsters or worse? Or that the air here is toxic to some people? Very advanced computer that is." Devoted mumbled more to himself than anyone else.

[Crossbow]

"Hey pal, I will have you know, Mama Micelli cooks a lasagna that would make you cry, or wish you could, but that's beside the point. As for us, we are here for a payday, we got a line there might be some pretty pricey bottles of wine in a hidden spot upstairs.  Our plan was to get them and leave, that's it.  Everything else we have been kinda playing by ear, capiche?"

[Kontact]

"So you need access to floor 108.  Easily done.  But will that really satisfy you, I wonder?  There is still the matter of the elf and his guests.   The last time someone came for the bugs, I lost 60 floors.  Perhaps you could see how this might concern me?"

[Sentinemodo]

Now that is multimedia piece of knowbot, not only it speaks idioms but even use sound amplifying to create impressions on mere rats. What next visual presentations? a trid one? hell why not go into simsense mode. What does it offer for my view on his concerns? We fed It information it wanted, access granted, so what is in it for us in the next round?

Code take a look around looking for security cameras.

[Sentinemodo]

And when the frag did I lied to that fragged database interface?

Entire exchange got Code going around in circles shaking hand and twitching tail. If there are any cameras, he move into their blindspot.

[Crossbow]

"So you want to keep the bugs?   I guess I am confused now, you have to know that is a no win sitch, but hey, like you said, it's your building.  As far as Holland goes, he is one of the earplays I wuz talkin' about, he is a nice additonal payday for us, like the bugs, but it's also a hassle we really don't need or want.  We are on a job, for the wine, we do that job, then we go from there.  You wanna make that easy for us?  Sounds wiz ta me, what is our piece?  What do you want from us?"

[Kontact]

A painful squeaking sound accompanies movement from within the room as a robot with the upper body of a woman and the lower body of small tank rolls into the doorway.  "The bugs are of little consequence to me, but I know how much of a threat they are  to you.  How you handle this threat is what concerns me.  Do you have a plan to eliminate the things?  DO you plan to eliminate the things?"

[Crossbow]

Digger looks the robot up and down.

"Look lady, Ares offers a bounty on nests, but you can bet they will bring this place the rest of the way down if we collect.  That doesn't help us save Holland, who may or may not be able to pay if we can get him out alive, which we may or may not be able to do anyway.  The only real payday we got is the wine, if you help us wit dat, we will owe you, so you can have a say in what we do about da bugs."

[Sentinemodo]

Code jumpstarted drone command ar immediatelly the moment sounds were heard. Aim the robot for the weak spot. Full auto. Fire on my mark.

As soon as the command was accepted, he started to look for the signal. This bot have to have wifi receiver to be taken over like this and moved. and if it is remotely driven, where is the signal source? hopefully it is where that fragged program keep his hardware brain and satelite dishes. Now, where is it?

[inca1980]

Machete remains silent mindful of the fact that his uncouth nature can sometimes bungle sensitive diplomatic moments such as these. 

[Kontact]

"Well, Digger, that sounds like an acceptable idea.  However there is the matter of that."  the robot gestures to the drone positioned with a gun in its direction.  "I would like to believe that you would keep your word, but do you have any means of making sure your friends are willing to keep your word as well?  The monkey still seems rather belligerent.  He came into my home uninvited, insulted me repeatedly, blew off my questions, and then when offered a final opportunity to get to his point, he decided it would be a good choice to wave the idea of freedom in front of my face just to tell me he would deny me it."  In the background you hear the *thum* *thum* *thum* of shotguns firing in unison.  "Now he is pointing guns as we talk peacefully, as though he can simply shoot me to death.  Can any of you explain why I would trust someone who is so irrationally hostile to keep to this deal?  You should think very seriously about this question."