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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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[This is incredible. While his machine doesn't give him as much information as he'd be able to get from his work back home, and the picture it paints is much less detailed than he'd prefer, it certainly gives him enough to realize that what's in there is absolutely fascinating. He's never needed to try and replicate organic systems in his drones, so the fact that so much in there is apparently an inorganic analogue is absolutely something he needs to start taking notes on. You know, just in case he needs it for a later project.
A dramatic flourish of a button-press, synced to the music still playing in the background of course, and printouts start churning out of the side of the machine, dot matrix style.]
This could be the beginning of several breakthroughs. Oh, you're definitely getting studied, like it or not. Not my original plan, but... oh well! We'll deal with that later.
[He takes a look at the printouts, but then glances back over at Sonic. Oh, right. He does not need him freaking out or anything if he ends up waking up inside the machine, so he sets him up in front of it, where he can sit up against it if he needs to. The clearest wall space is next to the mushrooms and he's pretty sure that also wouldn't go over well.]
I can only be so jealous.
let me get a bag for that for u
Anyway, he stays passed out for the better part of an hour, occasionally mumbling some unintelligible nonsense. Finally, he sits straight up, stiff, and yells--]
I GOTTA PRESS THE BUTTON.
[he blinks, blearily]
... huh?
thank u
In the meantime, Robotnik's sorting out his printouts, printing a second stack of papers because he did say he'd give the info to Sonic, and also maybe jamming to some of the tunes. In fact, he's getting his boogie on when Sonic yells, and he has to suppress his own startled reaction. Whoops. Almost forgot he was over there. He stalks back over, frowning at him.]
...What button? Don't press any buttons.
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Ahhhh!?! What are you doing!! In... my..... house....?
[he squints and looks around. Oh. Right. This isn't his house. This is the lab. And he overexerted himself trying to activate one of his Power Rings. He grumbles and rubs his temples]
Ugh... remind me not to do that again... Science hurts.
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[He delivers this news cheerfully, like it's something fun and exciting! Because it is. It's very fun and exciting.]
We'll have to go back to the drawing board for the rings, but there's always more to test! I'd love to compare today's readings with next month's.
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... You know, I could ask why you know that, but. I'm not gonna! I'm just not. [he grumbles and looks down at his stomach] ... I guess that does explain the night of the Endless Barfing, at least. [he sighs and stands up. He still has the ring he zapped in his hand, and he holds it up for Robotnik to see]
I'm taking this one with me. I feel like I need a good luck charm. And... next month? You want me to do that again? I'm gonna spend the whole month getting "recharged"... ha ha. Oh. Speaking of which. Do you have any food? I'm like, TOTALLY starving. I need carb load like woah.
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[Funny! Anyway, he heads back over to the printouts and picks up one tall stack of attached paper. When he brings it back over, he shoves it at Sonic.]
Here. Everything my computer was able to analyze about your body. You'll want this.
[Once he's unloaded the paper on his research subject, he turns toward the lab's door.]
Normally I wouldn't share my stash, but you've given me enough information that I guess I'll consider it a trade. You like donuts?
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though that particular word is so beyond Sonic's vocabulary that it isn't even funny) that he's forged an alliance with an expert roboticist while also turning into whatever the Fog God's idea of a "robot" is.]Wait, what? [Sonic takes the paper in his hands, no longer bothering to hide his creepy metal claws in the sweater. He furrows his brow as he reads] Uh... you know I don't understand like, 90 percent of this, right? But ok. [he tucks it away under his sweater. Maybe someone at Hill House can explain it to him]
[!!!] Donuts! I love donuts!! Not as much as Tom, of course, but I don't think anyone that has ever existed ever likes donuts as much as Tom. Or the general tyranny of donuts. Anyway!! DONUTS!!
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[At the enthusiastic response to donuts, he leads him out of the room and over to the lab next door, which has something of a makeshift kitchen set up in about a fourth of the floor space. Tables, chairs, shelves, a refrigerator.
There are currently two bakery boxes of donuts sitting on a table, with room for a dozen each, although one of them is half empty already. What's left is kind of ridiculously covered in icing and plenty of sprinkles.]
Just don't expect any actual nutrition. I no longer require sustenance that way.
[...The shelves are indeed full of candy and little else.]
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[Are all of his senses going to get duller? Is he even going to be able to smell, or taste...? Is this robotization going to steal his free will and personality from him...?!
Thankfully, the sight of sugary donuts is enough to break Sonic's easily distracted mind away from the catastrophizing and existential crisis, for now.]
Oh no, this is great!! I just need a little fat and sugar to get me back to the house! Or to the diner. You know, whichever! [this place is amazing. CANDY AND DONUTS AND NOTHING ELSE, he wants to live in this kitchenette.
But instead he just looks at the donuts and selects one, which he proceeds to eat in a total of two very big bites, and goes for a second]
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