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[abheirrant]

—pposed to know when to start speaking? That wasn't a very thorough explanation on what I'm to do this, now was it? Hello? Hello? Are you listening to me? Are you even still ther— [beep]

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[abheirrant]

No no no no, I- I don't think a discussion or demonstration are necessary. I wouldn't- I wouldn't want to waste your time further, of course.

[A beat, and because he can't contain his paranoia:]

Am I really that easy to find?

[They haven't met, have they? This fellow can't possibly know what he looks like. Then again, Kabal found him pretty easily that one time, and he is rather... distinctive. Anyone who saw him once would know who they are looking for. There aren't many other people who are covered head-to-toe nearly all the time, after all.]

[vosseeker]

[ All the playfulness drops out of Starscream's tone in an instant, like someone's flipped a switch. Suddenly his voice is frigid and flat. ]

I insist. Since you are determined not to recognize the inorganics here at the same level of sentience as the rest of Anchor's population, the only reasonable way forward is to consider you a threat... and to act accordingly.

[abheirrant]

[That didn't answer his question, which does not bode well. Carlisle's nerves continue to bleed into his tone.]

I- I never said you were incapable of sentience. Or even th-th-the same level of sentience.

[vosseeker]

That conversation says otherwise.

[abheirrant]

I fail to s- see how.

[vosseeker]

Wrong. Answer.

[abheirrant]

I do not know what you want me to say! It's- it's obvious you're sentient, even if you are constructed!

[Someone just hand the man a shovel so he can dig his own grave.]

[vosseeker]

[ the silence across the line is positively brittle with threat ]

"Even if."

One moment, I do believe we need to continue this conversation in person.

[ Carlisle run. ]

[abheirrant]

[Uh oh. Carlisle stares at his phone another two or three seconds, as though the construct robot individual on the other end might change his mind. When he doesn't, Carlisle finally manages to find his voice long enough to respond. It squeaks unpleasantly as it is drawn from the back of his throat.]

No, thank you.

[And with that, he's going to hang up, then go hide in the corner of the barn until the end of time. The cow with one horn that hangs out in there will keep him company.]