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and now it's action :) September 8th
"im coming ill be there in like 30 minutes"
Just as promised, there's a knock at whatever passes for the front door of the lab about 30 minutes after the message]
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[The tall building itself doesn't exactly resemble a lab, but the sign on the side states "ROBOTNIK ENTERPRISES," and the front door opens not too long after the knock to reveal Dr. Robotnik himself, and a very spacious front entryway that also doesn't even resemble a lab. He takes one glance at Sonic and flutters aside to usher him inside.]
Okay, hurry up and get in here before people think I'm allowing visitors.
[...There is a sign on the door stating the business's hours, closed seven days a week.]
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He looks like garbage, honestly— even worse in the artificial light inside. His skin is pale and his hair is a mess in a barely contained man-bun. He’s also wearing a sweater that is at least two sizes too large, covering his arms and hands completely. In fact, he’s balled up his fists in the fabric of the end of the sweater so nothing is visible at all. His energy level is definitely not where it usually is]
I wanna test the rings. Is that cool?
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[A few rudimentary robots patrol the roomy space on wheels, but other than that it's empty no matter how much the building's clearly built for multiple people.]
C'mon. It's kind of a walk.
[Just a fly for him, but someone's still on foot here. More and more machines occupy the hallways the closer they get, and it's a good couple of hallways until they reach an elevator, which opens immediately when Robotnik approaches.]
The lab itself is up this way. What other symptoms have you been exhibiting?
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[ It really wasn’t THAT far. But it felt like a hundred miles ]
… well I spent a whole day in the bathroom. Not long after I talked to you, actually. Ugh. You totally jinxed it.
[ Though while they’re walking, Sonic does his best not to swing his arms. But when he forgets and does, there’s a quiet servo sound ]
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[He could have sworn he'd been hearing something, but considering all the machines around here, he couldn't be perfectly sure.
Now that the elevator's open and he's stopped the movement of nearby machines, though, it's clear that he definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent heard something.
He pauses, finger hovering over the button for the lab floor.]
Do that again.
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[ The boy shifts uncomfortably in the elevator, staying in a corner away from Robotnik and looking at the floor ]
D—do what again? I didn’t do anything.
[ He readjusts his arms, folding them more tightly against his chest. But of course, this makes that same quiet servo sound. Sonic grimaces and closes his eyes right. Oops. ]
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I see my suspicions were correct. No surprise there.
[He crosses a set of arms, then points an accusatory finger over at him.]
You're becoming a machine.
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[ If he still had his quills, they’d be bristling ]
Machines aren’t alive! And what kind of monster is a robot anyway?! That’s stupid. It’s. Hahha. It’s not possible!
[ denial!! ]
All monsters have to eat people, right? And machines don’t eat. So that’s the end of that.
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[The elevator dings and the door opens into... another hallway, this time featuring multiple doors with code locks on them. He floats over to the closest one and quickly inputs a sequence of numbers. When the door opens, he once again gestures for Sonic to follow.]
There is, in fact, a monster generally referred to as a "simulacrum," which is precisely that: a machine. The previous owner of this building had a temporary stint as one. Absolutely fascinating to study, but also a massive pain. Worst code I've ever seen.
[Now this is a lab. There are robots and robot pieces scattered everywhere, as well as a number of large, complicated-looking machines, although only a fraction of them appear to actually be on. There's also a very obvious ring of mushrooms over to one side.]
And here we are. My home away from home. I knew I'd get you into my lab eventually.
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[this place is huge. What could Robotnik possibly need with all this space...? But he follows, keeping his arms tight around his chest. He wants to keep his eyes on the ground, aloof and tired, but the machines and robots flitting to and fro prove too interesting and distracting to ignore. He moves to poke one before he thinks better of it]
Simu-what-em? And ha ha. Well, it's my choice to be here, at least. [he looks around. He's vaguely curious about what all these machines do, what they're for... but he doesn't have the energy to care.]
Well, where are my rings?
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[Okay, maybe without Agent Stone around to do all the boring stuff his place is kind of a mess, but whatever. The important stuff isn't all out and obvious, at least. He presses a button on a glove and a medium-sized cart wheels over towards them, carrying a machine that looks like a cross between a printer and a blender. There are definitely jumper cables there too.
Meanwhile, some music starts playing from some speakers somewhere within the lab, definitely heavy metal, as the blender part opens up to reveal the rings Sonic had given him.]
See. Perfectly intact. Frustratingly non-functional. Nothing to worry about.
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[Sonic frowns, looking at the machine. It's certainly not as... streamlined as his usual work. But he has to admit he's impressed by the ingenuity.
(he'd be much more interested in the tunes in a different situation!)]
Hey, look. They're not exploded.
[he reaches out to pick up one of the rings, keeping his hand inside the sleeve]
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[Unless that happens to be the job, but it's not, so it's all intact. With the rings out and taken care of, he can now focus on the other issue at hand, so he peers over at Sonic, staring at him intently.]
You'd have better dexterity if you rolled up those sleeves, you know. That thing does not fit you.
[Obviously he knows he's hiding something. He just needs to find out just what it is. Good thing he's got equipment for that kind of thing.]
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[Sonic looks down at the ring in the palm of his (sleeved) hand. They look so small, so insignificant. And maybe they were. But he had to hope that they still had the power to get him out of here... somehow.
He glares at Robotnik's suggestion and closes his hand over the ring]
Yeah, well, maybe I just really liked the style, ok? You can't judge me.
[but... there is a dilemma. He can't properly channel his electricity through the sweater... it might burn, and he's not sure if the whole thing would go up in flames.
A sigh.
It doesn't look like he's going to have a choice]
... Fine... Just don't be weird about it. And don't touch me unless I say you can! Do you promise?
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[Oh well, it's been worth a try. Anyway, there are other forms of experiment at hand. He scoffs a little at the request, but he'll have to acquiesce a little to get things done.]
I can promise the no touching thing, but I can't guarantee that you won't automatically classify whatever reaction I have as weird.
[Look, he has to be realistic here.]
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[Teleportation has to be similar no matter what, right??? In theory.
He purses his lips, clearly giving it some thought. But then, another sigh, and he relents. He puts the ring in his pants pocket for a moment and then rolls up one sleeve, then the other.
Gone are the human arms from before. His upper arms are still covered by the sleeve, but his lower arms appear to be solid metal. His wrists are made of coils of cables, offering flexibility where there wouldn't be any otherwise. And his hands have rubbery palms and metal plates on the back, and each finger is made of silver metal and articulated. The tips are conical, giving an appearance like claws. The metal, or whatever his arms are made of, looks like it should be bright and shiny. Instead, it's dull, caked with dried jerky-like flesh and bloody grunge that he hasn't figured out how to clean off yet]
....
[as he looks down at his hands, they still don't feel like his. He shakes his head rapidly.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls the ring back out]
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[But who's really surprised is him after seeing what's happened to Sonic's arms. Of course his first instinct is to reach out and grab, but he did promise not to touch. So, instead of grabbing an arm, he does the next best thing: shrinking down to an inch tall and zipping around Sonic's arms to get a really good look at them. This is why he could not promise not to be weird.
Also, there's commentary as he moves around peeking at things.]
The construction! I'd kill to have the right materials to accomplish something like this!
[But, no, he just kills to accomplish a bunch of machines that even he can't improve as much as he'd like. He buzzes around the fresh limbs like a bug for a good few minutes before pulling back and returning to full size.]
So, you definitely need a scrub for the leftover meat, but I'm legitimately impressed. Can't wait to see how the rest turns out.
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Not that he could necessarily tell. He can feel pressure on his new metal skin, but not nearly as well as when it was normal skin.
Sonic just grumbles and lets the doctor do his thing. Up close it's probably even more impressive. While his fingers appear to be solid metal, the ventral aspects actually seem to have something of a different sheen, providing more friction like a proper fingertip should. The cables making up his wrist actually seem to continue up and through the metal forearm. Amongst the cables are small fiber optic filaments, pulsating with blue light. ]
Well... I'm glad someone is excited about it... But... Why a robot? Of all the different monsters... Why not a bird or a dragon or even a spider?! [he shakes his head, then scrapes at someof the human jerky with a claw] I can't really wash them off properly. I tried to wash like normal but the water was, uh... it wasn't good. Let's just put it that way. I guess I just have to be more careful and try not to get the joints wet...
[he opens and closes his fist several times, the servos whirring quietly each time he does]
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[Still, what are the odds that his sworn nemesis (despite the truce he's still his nemesis, obviously) would end up becoming a machine of all things??? If anyone should have reasonably become a robot, it should have been him. Hmph.
Surely dissection wouldn't be such an unpalatable concept if he could just put him back together again at the end, right? He wants to study him even more than he'd wanted to before all of this happened. He'd only studied Slade previously, and he hadn't been able to document the process since his temporary change had happened all at once.
Just think of the data!!]
You might have to start going to the hardware store for your cleaning supplies. Beyond that, definitely don't submerge yourself. Damp cloth, wipe carefully, make sure to dry thoroughly.
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[or whatever. But honestly Sonic is closer to a fancy sports car than any household appliance. Either way the irony is crushing.
As for dissection, that's gonna be "A Solid No From Me, Dog."]
Great. I'll just pick up some turtle wax and fancy towels on my way back to the house. [he says it sarcastically, but truthfully both of those things would work great] But not if this works! And it's going to! I know it is! I'm going to get out of here before this gets any worse! [Sonic holds the ring between his thumb and forefinger and focuses. His servos hum louder, and there's a sound like something spinning in his chest, muted by the flesh that still surrounds it. The optic fibers glow brightly as crackling electricity courses down his arm and into the ring.
The ring, for what it's worth, does seem to react. It sparks, blue becoming gold around it, and Sonic seems to be giving it all he's got -- the kind of focus and power he'd shown Robotnik right before sending him off to Mushroom Hell.
But when his energy fails and the electricity stops, the Power Ring's small moment of maybe something (if you squint) ends. Breathing hard and sweating, he has to sit down quickly to stop himself from falling]
Ha...ha.... I saw... something... if I could just... a little more.... Unngghh. I mighta.... overdid it.... [he falls over sideways onto the floor, spent]
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[Still, he's certainly right about getting out of here. As fascinating as witnessing a simulacrum in partial transformation is, he's still not as useful to Robotnik's purposes if he doesn't have the exact powers he'd been trying to get him for in the first place.
But also he really wants to know what's in his chest. Fans? Hard drive? It's too fleshy to get a really good read on it.
And there is a brief, brief moment where it looks like everything's going to work. There might be a legitimate chance of the ring becoming functional. Also dredges up bad memories of defeat, but he can shove those off to the side for something as important as this.
And then, nothing. The 'hog is on the floor.]
...I'll say.
[What a damn shame it is to have the creature he'd wanted to study for this long vulnerable and in his lab and turning into a machine of all things and he promised not to touch! Think of the research he could accomplish! He wants to know what's in there!
Now, breaking a promise doesn't exactly count as lying, since he was telling the truth when he said it, but he'd also like to keep that particular nugget of info under his hat until he really needs it. His most powerful scanners require the subject to be moved to them, so that doesn't help, and while he does have his wrist computer, the scanning function of the glove he's reattached to it is deeply diminished just by being here. But what he can do is observe and take photos, and so that's exactly his next step.]
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[This was a terrible idea. He's not used to his batteries (more figuratively, usually) being drained so quickly. He seems to be on the verge of passing out and making even less sense than usual! But he also just gave Robotnik permission to touch him so that's a bonus.
Scan away, doc. After all, this dumbass has no idea his insides are all motors and gears and cables now.]
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But, hey. He can move him, which means it's reasonable to bring him over to one of the bigger machines. He summons a wheeled cart without anything on it, loads Sonic up on it (careful to avoid disturbing where his arms attach to the flesh too much), then heads over towards one of the further parts of the lab.]
I'll set you up with the wall in a moment, but first I'm going to do a scan. Something is running in there that's decidedly not normal, and I'm going to find out what it is. You'll probably want the data anyway, so you can thank me later.
[This particular scanner has the same patched-together aesthetic as the machine he'd been working on the rings with, just on a bigger scale, and he carefully transfers Sonic from the cart to the machine, propping him up so he can at least rest.]
It's loud, but it won't hurt. Much.
[He presses the button to start it up and waits to see what data it transfers to his wrist computer. It's not actually designed to hurt anything, on purpose or otherwise, but of course sometimes he just has to be a dick about things.]
vomits psuedoscientific garbage all over kaz's lap
When the machine whirrs to life, loudly, Sonic does twitch a little, but his body is far too tired to do anything of use. He mumbles something along the lines of "but I don't WANna eat the lettuce..." before going still and breathing regularly again.
The scan will reveal incredible secrets lying in wait just under Sonic's skin. His central nervous system doesn't seem to be affected, and nor do any of the bones that aren't his shoulder blades and arms, but his thoracic and abdominal cavities are full of amazing things. At first glance, it mimics the look of normal human anatomy, what with a heart and lungs and guts and so forth... but made of various non-organic materials. Plastic, rubber, silicon, metal... The lungs appear to be small bellows, and the heart a spontaneously contracting mechanical facsimile of the usual kind. There are delicate filters encased in plastic where his kidneys should be, and a highly reduced (but efficient) GI tract, turning foodstuffs directly into electrical energy. The liver does not seem to be present, and there isn't a diaphragm to speak of. Silicone vasculature still pumps blood, for the benefit of the still organic parts of his body, but electrical energy seems to course through "nerves" made of something resembling fiber optic cable. These not only provide power, but have snaked into his spinal cord to interface with his CNS.
There is one large, glaring difference in his anatomy -- the heart has moved to where the liver normally sits, and the lungs are on either side of what appears to be a simple jet engine. Embryonic, almost. The components are all there, compacted so they can fit inside a chest, but are basic and nonfunctional. Still developing. There's a turbine that seems to be more developed than the rest of it and it spins slowly -- likely responsible for the whirring sound earlier.
His arms are equally interesting in their own way. Instead of bones, the entire length seems to be made of the twisted cables visible at his wrists. His upper arms are uncovered, but his lower arms have the metal casing visible before. These muscular bundles seem to work on hydraulic pressure. The cables are attached to a metal shoulder piece on either side, and brachiate into ever smaller tendrils that interlace with his remaining torso musculature, spine, and ribs. Despite clearly being mechanical, his transformed body parts still look very organic. Truly a simulacrum of animal life.
Now, what Robotnik is actually able to see with his Frankenstein'd scanner is up for interpretation!! ]
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