"A head?" Qubit makes the obvious assumption that she's talking about real, biological, human remains, and in that case, she's got every right to be upset. Deeply alarmed, he comes over to have a look, and she's kind enough to rip the box open for him...
And inside that box, staring up at him, is Modeus.
No - no. It's just one of the Modeus robots, obviously. Hasn't even got its faceplate. Qubit lets out a sigh, relaxing somewhat. So this is his "mystery gift," is it? Not quite what he asked Santa for, but then again, he's probably been blackballed from the Nice list.
He kneels next to the box, reaching inside without hesitation and turning the thing a couple different ways to inspect it. "You might have mentioned it wasn't real," he says, equal parts relieved and annoyed. "Had me worried for a moment."
He's feigning casual unfamiliarity with it, but his mind is racing. She doesn't know it's his. No one knows it's his. They don't know what it is, or what it's for, or who it's fashioned after, or why he made it. And most important, they've no idea what it knows.
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And inside that box, staring up at him, is Modeus.
No - no. It's just one of the Modeus robots, obviously. Hasn't even got its faceplate. Qubit lets out a sigh, relaxing somewhat. So this is his "mystery gift," is it? Not quite what he asked Santa for, but then again, he's probably been blackballed from the Nice list.
He kneels next to the box, reaching inside without hesitation and turning the thing a couple different ways to inspect it. "You might have mentioned it wasn't real," he says, equal parts relieved and annoyed. "Had me worried for a moment."
He's feigning casual unfamiliarity with it, but his mind is racing. She doesn't know it's his. No one knows it's his. They don't know what it is, or what it's for, or who it's fashioned after, or why he made it. And most important, they've no idea what it knows.