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Subject: The Visit Posted Sun Mar 16, 2008 at 09:16:54 pm EDT |
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Author's Note: This story follows upon the events in "Driven", which can be read here: http://mangacool.com/php/show.php?msg=parodyverse-20071014172231
"All right..." the bored, overweight guard announced, coming through the door head down while flipping pages on a clipboard. "Mr... Harmon, here to see prisoner #21403... you're up."
The visitor put down the 2 year old issue of "People Weekly" that he had been paging through in the waiting room. "Actually, that's Hatman" the capped crusader noted mildly as he climbed to his feet. "Sorry... I suppose I could stand to work on my penmanship. You'd think with all the paperwork, it would be getting better..."
The corrections officer's eyes nearly leapt from his skull. "I... you... you're Hatman!" he announced excitedly, clutching his clipboard to his large belly.
"Er... yes, I know. I'm the one that told you" Jay agreed with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Officer... Bradley, is it?"
"Yes sir!" C.O. Bradley answered hurriedly, rearranging his visitor list to free a hand in greeting. "Can I say, this is an honor, having you here sir?"
Jay shook the offered hand. "Thanks, but you really don't have to call me "sir"..."
"Sorry... old habit" Bradley apologized. "...Still haven't quite readjusted to civilian life after the war. I tell you, I got to see the Legion in action during the offensive on the conceptual plain, sir... did I say what an honor it is to meet you?"
The Legionnaire shook his head and patted the man on the shoulder. "If you were in that offensive, then you saw plenty of action yourself. The honor is all mine." He nodded to the locked door. "So how does this work? Do we head on back now?"
"Oh, right... sorry!" the guard hurried to apologize, ushering the superhero to follow him as he led him through a small hallway to another steel door and pressed a button. After a moments wait, a buzzer sounded and the door unlocked with a loud "klatch!". Bradley held the door open, allowing Jay into another, smaller waiting room where an elderly female guard sat behind a large wooden desk.
"You wait here until the green light comes on, signalling they've brought your prisoner up from the cellblock" she explained. "I have to ask you to empty all of your electronic devices into the bin here...cel phones, watches, mp3 players, anything."
"My watch? It's not even digital."
"Unless it's a wind-up one..." Officer Bradley noted, shrugging apologetically. "I'm afraid it's procedure... all battery operated devices are scanned for. We're not allowed to make any exceptions."
"I'm afraid you'll have to make one for this" the leader of the Lair Legion noted, holding up his electronic comm-card.
"Whazzat?" the elderly guard asked, squinting and raising her head to look down her nose. "Is that one of them I-phonie contraptions? How trendy." She turned her squinty gaze on his face. "You look familiar... Got the pretty boy looks of a model... I know I've seen them somewhere before..." She snapped her fingers dryly. "Are you the boy on that underwear billboard downtown? You know the one... Guy's package hanging over the McDonalds in Parodiopolis Plaza..."
"I'll take your word for it, but it's not me. At least, not that I know of" Jay responded, silently noting that with Flapjack in the mansion and a Photomat right across the bridge, one could never be too sure.
"Well, no matter who you are, you have to go by the rules. If you want to fill out the forms to request an exception, we can give them to you..." the woman snorted, digging around in her desk. "Form 17-J-195b. I think the turnaround from the Bureau is... what? Three weeks? Is that going to be a problem, Mr. Tighty-Whitie?"
Bradley coughed apologetically. "Er, don't mind Doris, she doesn't mean any offense. Although, I'm sorry, Mr. Hatman sir... those are the regulations."
The Legion Chairman considered arguing the point, but ultimately decided to go along... After all, he knew the general nature of the rule, or he wouldn't have been the one that needed to come down here. "Let me know immediately if there's a call" he instructed Doris.
"Yeah, yeah..." the elderly woman replied, stuffing all of his items into a plastic bag and handing him a receipt for it. "You kids and your text messaging... can't go ten minutes without it."
Thankfully, the green light on the opposite wall came on before Jay could reply. "Your prisoner is up" officer Bradley informed him quickly, leading the Legionnaire to the next security door.
Jay noticed the guard shifting his sidearm uncomfortably as he opened the door for the hero. "That's quite the cannon" he observed. "I don't think I recognize the caliber."
"Another regulation" Bradley explained, unholstering the weapon for the Legionnaire to see. "It's new ordinance... They were originally designed to penetrate Avawarrior armor for use in the war, but they didn't get out of development soon enough. Instead, they're part of the new government contract with Artificial Organics for robosapien pacification. It's a four shot revolver, with tankbuster shells... kicks like a mule on the firing range..." he shared, rubbing his arm knowingly. "The idea is to penetrate an outer chassis and rely on ricochet damage to disable enough internal components to bring down a robot. We have to wear them when working with these prisoners."
Hatman nodded, while keeping his expression neutral. "And have the prisoners given you any trouble?"
"Oh no, none at all actually..." Officer Bradley assured him. "In fact, I find it a lot more pleasant overlooking these ones than keeping an eye on the human population in the other cell blocks . You wouldn't believe what those animals will throw on you as you walk past..." He nodded to a chair set in front of a large, shatterproof glass wall. "You sit there. There are holes drilled in the glass for sound... no extra electronics allowed, so no phones to talk back and forth. I'll be just outside the door here watching. If there's any trouble... well, I mean, you're Hatman... you hardly need me to... Still, um... I'll be right outside."
"Thank you officer" Jay smiled and nodded as the man retreated, then he took a seat.
There was a loud clang as the door on the other side of the glass unlocked. "Is it time then, father? Come to lead me to the chair?" the prisoner called out as it opened and she was let into the room on the other side of the partition . "Isn't it customary that I get a last meal first? Or at least an oil change?" She stopped as she saw her visitor for the first time, and her eyes shields narrowed warily. "You're not Reverend Fleetwood."
"Sorry to disappoint you..." Jay noted with a friendly smile. "But Mac couldn't make it today... He's visiting Margaret Wilburson in the hospital. I offered to come in his place... and I'm afraid I only brought your mail, no meals." He took a moment to look over the robot he had come all this way to meet. She stood at least 11 feet tall, with broad shoulders and rather impressive boilers spaced side-by-side across her chest. Steam leaked from her joints and her rib cage, and her body was an intricate network of pipes and cast iron pieces, riveted together like something from the 1890's. "You must be Joan Henry."
"Yeah?" she answered grudgingly. "And which one are you?"
"I'm Hatman."
"Right. Figures, what with the hat and all." She shifted her considerable frame. "So why did a mighty Legionnaire come all the way down here to see little ol' me?"
Jay held up a bundle of notes. "I told you... I have your mail." He put them in the pass-through drawer and pushed it over to the other side of the glass. "There's one from Mac, a few from Tandi, and a bunch from Hallie."
"Great" the huge robot answered flatly, making no move to accept the missives. "But why did you come down here. You're not even wearing a postman's hat."
"I'm always afraid it will turn me into a post-apocalyptic Kevin Costner" Jay deadpanned, waiting for a reaction. "No? Am I the only one who saw that movie?"
"Probably" Joan replied.
He took a deep breath and answered her question. "I came because it was important to Hallie, and she's not allowed to come visit you herself. Tandi as well."
"So?"
"So Hallie's my friend... and friends help each other when they need it."
Joan crossed her arms in front of her. "I wouldn't know."
"I think you would" Jay judged. "Especially if you'd stop being stubborn and take the letters."
"I never even responded to the first batch she sent. What makes her think this time will be any different?"
Hatman leaned back in his chair. "Will it?"
The steam-driven robosapien held up a giant metal hand. "These aren't exactly designed to work prison issue pens" she growled. She looked over to the metal drawer containing the letters with anger. "I don't even bother to read them, you know."
Jay shrugged. "That's your business. I'm only here to deliver them, and to see that you're okay."
"Okay?" Joan asked sarcastically. "How exactly would you define "okay"?"
He met her gaze. "I would define it as being treated with the respect that should be accorded any prisoner awaiting hearing" he answered, mentally editing out the words "rights" and "trial" as he did so, knowing that Robosapiens were currently afforded neither. However, fallout from Special Resolution 1066 had at least opened debate on the treatment of non-human prisoners, and they were in fact given a day in court before a judge, if not a full trial.
"And?" she challenged. "Am I "okay?" She flexed a massive arm. "Human prisoners aren't kept so low on fuel that they can barely move, are they?"
A troubled expression crossed his face. "No. No they're not. Are you saying that they're denying you sustenance?"
She looked back at him defiantly at first, but then her posture slumped and she turned away. "No... I voluntarily accepted the limits as a compromise. Human prisoners can't punch through these concrete walls when they're full of energy. It... wasn't worth the fight."
Jay raised an eyebrow at this assessment from a natural brawler.
"Besides, it beats being locked away in a virtual concentration camp awaiting deleting" she added with venom, but there was something off about it... she still refused to look him in the eye. "I told Mac he could pass that along to Little Miss Hologram... but I suppose he didn't relay that part, did he?"
The Legionnaire frowned. "Oh no... I was there when he told her. And Tandi." His eyes grew hard. "Hallie's reaction isn't the kind of thing I'd forget."
The robot's head raised guiltily. "He... he actually told her?" Joan asked softly, pausing to consider that. "And... she still wrote me letters?"
"Hallie's not a quitter" he answered. "She's got a hell of a lot more fight in her than most people realize, and lord knows she's learned how to take a hit."
Joan stood on her half of the glass, staring at the drawer full of letters. "What do you know about me, Hatman?" she asked finally.
Jay considered it. "I know you were arrested for 21 counts of felony property damage and public endangerment while engaged in battle with other, unidentified robosapiens from the riverfront to Dullard's Corner. I know you're also facing charges of Assault in the Second Degree against one Edward Douglas Sullivan, for burns and scalding he claims to have received in an attack on his person which required the intervention of the as-yet-unidentified robosapiens. I know you're suspected of being involved in the illegal gambling bloodsport "Robot Rumble", and what's more, I know that your reputation within said "sport" is in shambles after allegations, later revealed true in your booking records, that your internal structure is composed of non-sanctioned, performance-enhancing materials."
"In short, that I'm a cheat, that I tried very hard to boil all the skin from Sully's fat frame, and that I tore into some of my "coworkers" with zero regard for the well being of anyone or anything around me" she assessed. "And you know what? It's all true."
"I'm not Mac Fleetwood..." Jay hastily reminded her. "Confessions to me aren't protected in any way..."
"So knowing all that... Knowing exactly what I am..." Joan continued, ignoring him, "Can you give me one good reason why the hell anyone shouldn't just give up on me and let me rust in peace?"
He gave a subtle shrug. "If you really wanted friends who would abandon you when you were at your lowest point, well... you really did a lousy job of picking them. You asked what I knew about you... Obviously, Hallie and Tandi know something more. They see something worth fighting for in you."
Her eyes met his again. "And do you?"
The Legion Chairman stood. "Not yet. But then, I don't need to. The first thing I learned about this job was whose opinions I could trust." He walked to the security door and knocked to be let out. "Your hearing is scheduled for next Tuesday... I know you've turned down the option to have representation" he told her as Officer Bradley returned to collect him. He looked to the hulking robot watching him from behind the shatter-proof glass. "I wouldn't count on being there alone, if I were you."
She looked helplessly from him back to the metal drawer waiting, open on her side of the glass.
He gave a smile as, with a small sigh of steam, she gently reached out for the letters as the door closed behind him.
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HH looks forward to the hearing
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Subject: I'm delighted that these conversations continue to be productive, both in the chatroom and in the story. [Re: Visionary offers something inspired by the recent chat] Posted Sun Mar 16, 2008 at 09:32:49 pm EDT |
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> "All right..." the bored, overweight guard announced, coming through the door head down while flipping pages on a clipboard. "Mr... Harmon, here to see prisoner #21403... you're up."
>
> The visitor put down the 2 year old issue of "People Weekly" that he had been paging through in the waiting room. "Actually, that's Hatman" the capped crusader noted mildly as he climbed to his feet. "Sorry... I suppose I could stand to work on my penmanship. You'd think with all the paperwork, it would be getting better..."
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> The corrections officer's eyes nearly leapt from his skull. "I... you... you're Hatman!" he announced excitedly, clutching his clipboard to his large belly.
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> "Er... yes, I know. I'm the one that told you" Jay agreed with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Officer... Bradley, is it?"
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> "Yes sir!" C.O. Bradley answered hurriedly, rearranging his visitor list to free a hand in greeting. "Can I say, this is an honor, having you here sir?"
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> Jay shook the offered hand. "Thanks, but you really don't have to call me "sir"..."
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> "Sorry... old habit" Bradley apologized. "...Still haven't quite readjusted to civilian life after the war. I tell you, I got to see the Legion in action during the offensive on the conceptual plain, sir... did I say what an honor it is to meet you?"
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> The Legionnaire shook his head and patted the man on the shoulder. "If you were in that offensive, then you saw plenty of action yourself. The honor is all mine." He nodded to the locked door. "So how does this work? Do we head on back now?"
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> "Oh, right... sorry!" the guard hurried to apologize, ushering the superhero to follow him as he led him through a small hallway to another steel door and pressed a button. After a moments wait, a buzzer sounded and the door unlocked with a loud "klatch!". Bradley held the door open, allowing Jay into another, smaller waiting room where an elderly female guard sat behind a large wooden desk.
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> "You wait here until the green light comes on, signalling they've brought your prisoner up from the cellblock" she explained. "I have to ask you to empty all of your electronic devices into the bin here...cel phones, watches, mp3 players, anything."
>
> "My watch? It's not even digital."
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> "Unless it's a wind-up one..." Officer Bradley noted, shrugging apologetically. "I'm afraid it's procedure... all battery operated devices are scanned for. We're not allowed to make any exceptions."
>
> "I'm afraid you'll have to make one for this" the leader of the Lair Legion noted, holding up his electronic comm-card.
>
> "Whazzat?" the elderly guard asked, squinting and raising her head to look down her nose. "Is that one of them I-phonie contraptions? How trendy." She turned her squinty gaze on his face. "You look familiar... Got the pretty boy looks of a model... I know I've seen them somewhere before..." She snapped her fingers dryly. "Are you the boy on that underwear billboard downtown? You know the one... Guy's package hanging over the McDonalds in Parodiopolis Plaza..."
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> "I'll take your word for it, but it's not me. At least, not that I know of" Jay responded, silently noting that with Flapjack in the mansion and a Photomat right across the bridge, one could never be too sure.
>
> "Well, no matter who you are, you have to go by the rules. If you want to fill out the forms to request an exception, we can give them to you..." the woman snorted, digging around in her desk. "Form 17-J-195b. I think the turnaround from the Bureau is... what? Three weeks? Is that going to be a problem, Mr. Tighty-Whitie?"
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> Bradley coughed apologetically. "Er, don't mind Doris, she doesn't mean any offense. Although, I'm sorry, Mr. Hatman sir... those are the regulations."
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> The Legion Chairman considered arguing the point, but ultimately decided to go along... After all, he knew the general nature of the rule, or he wouldn't have been the one that needed to come down here. "Let me know immediately if there's a call" he instructed Doris.
>
> "Yeah, yeah..." the elderly woman replied, stuffing all of his items into a plastic bag and handing him a receipt for it. "You kids and your text messaging... can't go ten minutes without it."
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> Thankfully, the green light on the opposite wall came on before Jay could reply. "Your prisoner is up" officer Bradley informed him quickly, leading the Legionnaire to the next security door.
>
> Jay noticed the guard shifting his sidearm uncomfortably as he opened the door for the hero. "That's quite the cannon" he observed. "I don't think I recognize the caliber."
>
> "Another regulation" Bradley explained, unholstering the weapon for the Legionnaire to see. "It's new ordinance... They were originally designed to penetrate Avawarrior armor for use in the war, but they didn't get out of development soon enough. Instead, they're part of the new government contract with Artificial Organics for robosapien pacification. It's a four shot revolver, with tankbuster shells... kicks like a mule on the firing range..." he shared, rubbing his arm knowingly. "The idea is to penetrate an outer chassis and rely on ricochet damage to disable enough internal components to bring down a robot. We have to wear them when working with these prisoners."
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> Hatman nodded, while keeping his expression neutral. "And have the prisoners given you any trouble?"
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> "Oh no, none at all actually..." Officer Bradley assured him. "In fact, I find it a lot more pleasant overlooking these ones than keeping an eye on the human population in the other cell blocks . You wouldn't believe what those animals will throw on you as you walk past..." He nodded to a chair set in front of a large, shatterproof glass wall. "You sit there. There are holes drilled in the glass for sound... no extra electronics allowed, so no phones to talk back and forth. I'll be just outside the door here watching. If there's any trouble... well, I mean, you're Hatman... you hardly need me to... Still, um... I'll be right outside."
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> "Thank you officer" Jay smiled and nodded as the man retreated, then he took a seat.
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> There was a loud clang as the door on the other side of the glass unlocked. "Is it time then, father? Come to lead me to the chair?" the prisoner called out as it opened and she was let into the room on the other side of the partition . "Isn't it customary that I get a last meal first? Or at least an oil change?" She stopped as she saw her visitor for the first time, and her eyes shields narrowed warily. "You're not Reverend Fleetwood."
>
> "Sorry to disappoint you..." Jay noted with a friendly smile. "But Mac couldn't make it today... He's visiting Margaret Wilburson in the hospital. I offered to come in his place... and I'm afraid I only brought your mail, no meals." He took a moment to look over the robot he had come all this way to meet. She stood at least 11 feet tall, with broad shoulders and rather impressive boilers spaced side-by-side across her chest. Steam leaked from her joints and her rib cage, and her body was an intricate network of pipes and cast iron pieces, riveted together like something from the 1890's. "You must be Joan Henry."
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> "Yeah?" she answered grudgingly. "And which one are you?"
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> "I'm Hatman."
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> "Right. Figures, what with the hat and all." She shifted her considerable frame. "So why did a mighty Legionnaire come all the way down here to see little ol' me?"
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> Jay held up a bundle of notes. "I told you... I have your mail." He put them in the pass-through drawer and pushed it over to the other side of the glass. "There's one from Mac, a few from Tandi, and a bunch from Hallie."
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> "Great" the huge robot answered flatly, making no move to accept the missives. "But why did you come down here. You're not even wearing a postman's hat."
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> "I'm always afraid it will turn me into a post-apocalyptic Kevin Costner" Jay deadpanned, waiting for a reaction. "No? Am I the only one who saw that movie?"
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> "Probably" Joan replied.
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> He took a deep breath and answered her question. "I came because it was important to Hallie, and she's not allowed to come visit you herself. Tandi as well."
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> "So?"
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> "So Hallie's my friend... and friends help each other when they need it."
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> Joan crossed her arms in front of her. "I wouldn't know."
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> "I think you would" Jay judged. "Especially if you'd stop being stubborn and take the letters."
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> "I never even responded to the first batch she sent. What makes her think this time will be any different?"
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> Hatman leaned back in his chair. "Will it?"
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> The steam-driven robosapien held up a giant metal hand. "These aren't exactly designed to work prison issue pens" she growled. She looked over to the metal drawer containing the letters with anger. "I don't even bother to read them, you know."
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> Jay shrugged. "That's your business. I'm only here to deliver them, and to see that you're okay."
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> "Okay?" Joan asked sarcastically. "How exactly would you define "okay"?"
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> He met her gaze. "I would define it as being treated with the respect that should be accorded any prisoner awaiting hearing" he answered, mentally editing out the words "rights" and "trial" as he did so, knowing that Robosapiens were currently afforded neither. However, fallout from Special Resolution 1066 had at least opened debate on the treatment of non-human prisoners, and they were in fact given a day in court before a judge, if not a full trial.
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> "And?" she challenged. "Am I "okay?" She flexed a massive arm. "Human prisoners aren't kept so low on fuel that they can barely move, are they?"
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> A troubled expression crossed his face. "No. No they're not. Are you saying that they're denying you sustenance?"
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> She looked back at him defiantly at first, but then her posture slumped and she turned away. "No... I voluntarily accepted the limits as a compromise. Human prisoners can't punch through these concrete walls when they're full of energy. It... wasn't worth the fight."
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> Jay raised an eyebrow at this assessment from a natural brawler.
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> "Besides, it beats being locked away in a virtual concentration camp awaiting deleting" she added with venom, but there was something off about it... she still refused to look him in the eye. "I told Mac he could pass that along to Little Miss Hologram... but I suppose he didn't relay that part, did he?"
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> The Legionnaire frowned. "Oh no... I was there when he told her. And Tandi." His eyes grew hard. "Hallie's reaction isn't the kind of thing I'd forget."
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> The robot's head raised guiltily. "He... he actually told her?" Joan asked softly, pausing to consider that. "And... she still wrote me letters?"
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> "Hallie's not a quitter" he answered. "She's got a hell of a lot more fight in her than most people realize, and lord knows she's learned how to take a hit."
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> Joan stood on her half of the glass, staring at the drawer full of letters. "What do you know about me, Hatman?" she asked finally.
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> Jay considered it. "I know you were arrested for 21 counts of felony property damage and public endangerment while engaged in battle with other, unidentified robosapiens from the riverfront to Dullard's Corner. I know you're also facing charges of Assault in the Second Degree against one Edward Douglas Sullivan, for burns and scalding he claims to have received in an attack on his person which required the intervention of the as-yet-unidentified robosapiens. I know you're suspected of being involved in the illegal gambling bloodsport "Robot Rumble", and what's more, I know that your reputation within said "sport" is in shambles after allegations, later revealed true in your booking records, that your internal structure is composed of non-sanctioned, performance-enhancing materials."
>
> "In short, that I'm a cheat, that I tried very hard to boil all the skin from Sully's fat frame, and that I tore into some of my "coworkers" with zero regard for the well being of anyone or anything around me" she assessed. "And you know what? It's all true."
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> "I'm not Mac Fleetwood..." Jay hastily reminded her. "Confessions to me aren't protected in any way..."
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> "So knowing all that... Knowing exactly what I am..." Joan continued, ignoring him, "Can you give me one good reason why the hell anyone shouldn't just give up on me and let me rust in peace?"
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> He gave a subtle shrug. "If you really wanted friends who would abandon you when you were at your lowest point, well... you really did a lousy job of picking them. You asked what I knew about you... Obviously, Hallie and Tandi know something more. They see something worth fighting for in you."
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> Her eyes met his again. "And do you?"
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> The Legion Chairman stood. "Not yet. But then, I don't need to. The first thing I learned about this job was whose opinions I could trust." He walked to the security door and knocked to be let out. "Your hearing is scheduled for next Tuesday... I know you've turned down the option to have representation" he told her as Officer Bradley returned to collect him. He looked to the hulking robot watching him from behind the shatter-proof glass. "I wouldn't count on being there alone, if I were you."
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> She looked helplessly from him back to the metal drawer waiting, open on her side of the glass.
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> He gave a smile as, with a small sigh of steam, she gently reached out for the letters as the door closed behind him.
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Subject: Well, I suppose it did delay the end of the Christmas story a bit longer... but at least something got written. [Re: HH looks forward to the hearing] Posted Sun Mar 16, 2008 at 10:10:11 pm EDT |
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> > "All right..." the bored, overweight guard announced, coming through the door head down while flipping pages on a clipboard. "Mr... Harmon, here to see prisoner #21403... you're up."
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> > The visitor put down the 2 year old issue of "People Weekly" that he had been paging through in the waiting room. "Actually, that's Hatman" the capped crusader noted mildly as he climbed to his feet. "Sorry... I suppose I could stand to work on my penmanship. You'd think with all the paperwork, it would be getting better..."
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> > The corrections officer's eyes nearly leapt from his skull. "I... you... you're Hatman!" he announced excitedly, clutching his clipboard to his large belly.
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> > "Er... yes, I know. I'm the one that told you" Jay agreed with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Officer... Bradley, is it?"
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> > "Yes sir!" C.O. Bradley answered hurriedly, rearranging his visitor list to free a hand in greeting. "Can I say, this is an honor, having you here sir?"
> >
> > Jay shook the offered hand. "Thanks, but you really don't have to call me "sir"..."
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> > "Sorry... old habit" Bradley apologized. "...Still haven't quite readjusted to civilian life after the war. I tell you, I got to see the Legion in action during the offensive on the conceptual plain, sir... did I say what an honor it is to meet you?"
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> > The Legionnaire shook his head and patted the man on the shoulder. "If you were in that offensive, then you saw plenty of action yourself. The honor is all mine." He nodded to the locked door. "So how does this work? Do we head on back now?"
> >
> > "Oh, right... sorry!" the guard hurried to apologize, ushering the superhero to follow him as he led him through a small hallway to another steel door and pressed a button. After a moments wait, a buzzer sounded and the door unlocked with a loud "klatch!". Bradley held the door open, allowing Jay into another, smaller waiting room where an elderly female guard sat behind a large wooden desk.
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> > "You wait here until the green light comes on, signalling they've brought your prisoner up from the cellblock" she explained. "I have to ask you to empty all of your electronic devices into the bin here...cel phones, watches, mp3 players, anything."
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> > "My watch? It's not even digital."
> >
> > "Unless it's a wind-up one..." Officer Bradley noted, shrugging apologetically. "I'm afraid it's procedure... all battery operated devices are scanned for. We're not allowed to make any exceptions."
> >
> > "I'm afraid you'll have to make one for this" the leader of the Lair Legion noted, holding up his electronic comm-card.
> >
> > "Whazzat?" the elderly guard asked, squinting and raising her head to look down her nose. "Is that one of them I-phonie contraptions? How trendy." She turned her squinty gaze on his face. "You look familiar... Got the pretty boy looks of a model... I know I've seen them somewhere before..." She snapped her fingers dryly. "Are you the boy on that underwear billboard downtown? You know the one... Guy's package hanging over the McDonalds in Parodiopolis Plaza..."
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> > "I'll take your word for it, but it's not me. At least, not that I know of" Jay responded, silently noting that with Flapjack in the mansion and a Photomat right across the bridge, one could never be too sure.
> >
> > "Well, no matter who you are, you have to go by the rules. If you want to fill out the forms to request an exception, we can give them to you..." the woman snorted, digging around in her desk. "Form 17-J-195b. I think the turnaround from the Bureau is... what? Three weeks? Is that going to be a problem, Mr. Tighty-Whitie?"
> >
> > Bradley coughed apologetically. "Er, don't mind Doris, she doesn't mean any offense. Although, I'm sorry, Mr. Hatman sir... those are the regulations."
> >
> > The Legion Chairman considered arguing the point, but ultimately decided to go along... After all, he knew the general nature of the rule, or he wouldn't have been the one that needed to come down here. "Let me know immediately if there's a call" he instructed Doris.
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> > "Yeah, yeah..." the elderly woman replied, stuffing all of his items into a plastic bag and handing him a receipt for it. "You kids and your text messaging... can't go ten minutes without it."
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> > Thankfully, the green light on the opposite wall came on before Jay could reply. "Your prisoner is up" officer Bradley informed him quickly, leading the Legionnaire to the next security door.
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> > Jay noticed the guard shifting his sidearm uncomfortably as he opened the door for the hero. "That's quite the cannon" he observed. "I don't think I recognize the caliber."
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> > "Another regulation" Bradley explained, unholstering the weapon for the Legionnaire to see. "It's new ordinance... They were originally designed to penetrate Avawarrior armor for use in the war, but they didn't get out of development soon enough. Instead, they're part of the new government contract with Artificial Organics for robosapien pacification. It's a four shot revolver, with tankbuster shells... kicks like a mule on the firing range..." he shared, rubbing his arm knowingly. "The idea is to penetrate an outer chassis and rely on ricochet damage to disable enough internal components to bring down a robot. We have to wear them when working with these prisoners."
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> > Hatman nodded, while keeping his expression neutral. "And have the prisoners given you any trouble?"
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> > "Oh no, none at all actually..." Officer Bradley assured him. "In fact, I find it a lot more pleasant overlooking these ones than keeping an eye on the human population in the other cell blocks . You wouldn't believe what those animals will throw on you as you walk past..." He nodded to a chair set in front of a large, shatterproof glass wall. "You sit there. There are holes drilled in the glass for sound... no extra electronics allowed, so no phones to talk back and forth. I'll be just outside the door here watching. If there's any trouble... well, I mean, you're Hatman... you hardly need me to... Still, um... I'll be right outside."
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> > "Thank you officer" Jay smiled and nodded as the man retreated, then he took a seat.
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> > There was a loud clang as the door on the other side of the glass unlocked. "Is it time then, father? Come to lead me to the chair?" the prisoner called out as it opened and she was let into the room on the other side of the partition . "Isn't it customary that I get a last meal first? Or at least an oil change?" She stopped as she saw her visitor for the first time, and her eyes shields narrowed warily. "You're not Reverend Fleetwood."
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> > "Sorry to disappoint you..." Jay noted with a friendly smile. "But Mac couldn't make it today... He's visiting Margaret Wilburson in the hospital. I offered to come in his place... and I'm afraid I only brought your mail, no meals." He took a moment to look over the robot he had come all this way to meet. She stood at least 11 feet tall, with broad shoulders and rather impressive boilers spaced side-by-side across her chest. Steam leaked from her joints and her rib cage, and her body was an intricate network of pipes and cast iron pieces, riveted together like something from the 1890's. "You must be Joan Henry."
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> > "Yeah?" she answered grudgingly. "And which one are you?"
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> > "I'm Hatman."
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> > "Right. Figures, what with the hat and all." She shifted her considerable frame. "So why did a mighty Legionnaire come all the way down here to see little ol' me?"
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> > Jay held up a bundle of notes. "I told you... I have your mail." He put them in the pass-through drawer and pushed it over to the other side of the glass. "There's one from Mac, a few from Tandi, and a bunch from Hallie."
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> > "Great" the huge robot answered flatly, making no move to accept the missives. "But why did you come down here. You're not even wearing a postman's hat."
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> > "I'm always afraid it will turn me into a post-apocalyptic Kevin Costner" Jay deadpanned, waiting for a reaction. "No? Am I the only one who saw that movie?"
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> > "Probably" Joan replied.
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> > He took a deep breath and answered her question. "I came because it was important to Hallie, and she's not allowed to come visit you herself. Tandi as well."
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> > "So?"
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> > "So Hallie's my friend... and friends help each other when they need it."
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> > Joan crossed her arms in front of her. "I wouldn't know."
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> > "I think you would" Jay judged. "Especially if you'd stop being stubborn and take the letters."
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> > "I never even responded to the first batch she sent. What makes her think this time will be any different?"
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> > Hatman leaned back in his chair. "Will it?"
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> > The steam-driven robosapien held up a giant metal hand. "These aren't exactly designed to work prison issue pens" she growled. She looked over to the metal drawer containing the letters with anger. "I don't even bother to read them, you know."
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> > Jay shrugged. "That's your business. I'm only here to deliver them, and to see that you're okay."
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> > "Okay?" Joan asked sarcastically. "How exactly would you define "okay"?"
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> > He met her gaze. "I would define it as being treated with the respect that should be accorded any prisoner awaiting hearing" he answered, mentally editing out the words "rights" and "trial" as he did so, knowing that Robosapiens were currently afforded neither. However, fallout from Special Resolution 1066 had at least opened debate on the treatment of non-human prisoners, and they were in fact given a day in court before a judge, if not a full trial.
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> > "And?" she challenged. "Am I "okay?" She flexed a massive arm. "Human prisoners aren't kept so low on fuel that they can barely move, are they?"
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> > A troubled expression crossed his face. "No. No they're not. Are you saying that they're denying you sustenance?"
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> > She looked back at him defiantly at first, but then her posture slumped and she turned away. "No... I voluntarily accepted the limits as a compromise. Human prisoners can't punch through these concrete walls when they're full of energy. It... wasn't worth the fight."
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> > Jay raised an eyebrow at this assessment from a natural brawler.
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> > "Besides, it beats being locked away in a virtual concentration camp awaiting deleting" she added with venom, but there was something off about it... she still refused to look him in the eye. "I told Mac he could pass that along to Little Miss Hologram... but I suppose he didn't relay that part, did he?"
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> > The Legionnaire frowned. "Oh no... I was there when he told her. And Tandi." His eyes grew hard. "Hallie's reaction isn't the kind of thing I'd forget."
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> > The robot's head raised guiltily. "He... he actually told her?" Joan asked softly, pausing to consider that. "And... she still wrote me letters?"
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> > "Hallie's not a quitter" he answered. "She's got a hell of a lot more fight in her than most people realize, and lord knows she's learned how to take a hit."
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> > Joan stood on her half of the glass, staring at the drawer full of letters. "What do you know about me, Hatman?" she asked finally.
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> > Jay considered it. "I know you were arrested for 21 counts of felony property damage and public endangerment while engaged in battle with other, unidentified robosapiens from the riverfront to Dullard's Corner. I know you're also facing charges of Assault in the Second Degree against one Edward Douglas Sullivan, for burns and scalding he claims to have received in an attack on his person which required the intervention of the as-yet-unidentified robosapiens. I know you're suspected of being involved in the illegal gambling bloodsport "Robot Rumble", and what's more, I know that your reputation within said "sport" is in shambles after allegations, later revealed true in your booking records, that your internal structure is composed of non-sanctioned, performance-enhancing materials."
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> > "In short, that I'm a cheat, that I tried very hard to boil all the skin from Sully's fat frame, and that I tore into some of my "coworkers" with zero regard for the well being of anyone or anything around me" she assessed. "And you know what? It's all true."
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> > "I'm not Mac Fleetwood..." Jay hastily reminded her. "Confessions to me aren't protected in any way..."
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> > "So knowing all that... Knowing exactly what I am..." Joan continued, ignoring him, "Can you give me one good reason why the hell anyone shouldn't just give up on me and let me rust in peace?"
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> > He gave a subtle shrug. "If you really wanted friends who would abandon you when you were at your lowest point, well... you really did a lousy job of picking them. You asked what I knew about you... Obviously, Hallie and Tandi know something more. They see something worth fighting for in you."
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> > Her eyes met his again. "And do you?"
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> > The Legion Chairman stood. "Not yet. But then, I don't need to. The first thing I learned about this job was whose opinions I could trust." He walked to the security door and knocked to be let out. "Your hearing is scheduled for next Tuesday... I know you've turned down the option to have representation" he told her as Officer Bradley returned to collect him. He looked to the hulking robot watching him from behind the shatter-proof glass. "I wouldn't count on being there alone, if I were you."
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> > She looked helplessly from him back to the metal drawer waiting, open on her side of the glass.
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> > He gave a smile as, with a small sigh of steam, she gently reached out for the letters as the door closed behind him.
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Subject: She deserves a defense, even if she didn't ask for one. :) [Re: Visionary offers something inspired by the recent chat] Posted Sun Mar 16, 2008 at 10:57:40 pm EDT (Viewed 415 times) |
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Subject: We'll see how things go, but I'm sure there will be people there to speak for her. Even if the court doesn't recognize them as "people". [Re: CrazySugarFreakBoy!] Posted Sun Mar 16, 2008 at 11:25:39 pm EDT |
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Subject: That just raises more questions! [Re: Visionary offers something inspired by the recent chat] Posted Sun Mar 16, 2008 at 11:45:12 pm EDT (Viewed 444 times) |
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Why would they be restricting battery-powered devices for a steam-powered robot? Is that just a general guideline for all robots?
I suppose that means Yuki can't visit, though in her case that might be a good thing. She might be tempted to do something drastic.
This also illustrates a point I made about why Anna is restricted to living at the Lair Mansion. Outside it she has no real rights of her own.
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Subject: Bender was a leader in the fight for robot rights. [Re: Anime Jason] Posted Sun Mar 16, 2008 at 11:55:25 pm EDT |
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> Why would they be restricting battery-powered devices for a steam-powered robot? Is that just a general guideline for all robots?
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Indeed it is, seeing as artificial intelligences exist as electronic consciousnesses, they need to strictly monitor any electrical readings coming or going. Plus, as in the case with Joan, some prisoners may not be operating at full power for safety reasons, and they don't want them getting energized in some way. Easiest to just restrict all electronic devices altogether.
> I suppose that means Yuki can't visit, though in her case that might be a good thing. She might be tempted to do something drastic.
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As these prisoners are being held in accordance with the guidelines of the American justice system, and are being held for violations of criminal law that apply to humans as well, it would probably be a bad thing for a Legionnaire to do something "drastic".
> This also illustrates a point I made about why Anna is restricted to living at the Lair Mansion. Outside it she has no real rights of her own.
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Very true. Of course, that also goes for all RoboAmericans, and yet they live their lives out there every day among the rest of society. Quite heroic, actually.
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Subject: Nicely done [Re: Visionary offers something inspired by the recent chat] Posted Mon Mar 17, 2008 at 12:14:56 am EDT |
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Subject: Bite my shiny metal ass. [Re: Visionary] Posted Mon Mar 17, 2008 at 12:35:49 am EDT (Viewed 480 times) |
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> > Why would they be restricting battery-powered devices for a steam-powered robot? Is that just a general guideline for all robots?
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> Indeed it is, seeing as artificial intelligences exist as electronic consciousnesses, they need to strictly monitor any electrical readings coming or going. Plus, as in the case with Joan, some prisoners may not be operating at full power for safety reasons, and they don't want them getting energized in some way. Easiest to just restrict all electronic devices altogether.
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Or in the case of Anna, they have three problems: She's all electronic, if an incarcerated robot attempts to steal her power she'd probably vaporize them with lasers, and in either case she doesn't really have a right to visit prisoners unless she's with a human (and someone with major connections).
> > I suppose that means Yuki can't visit, though in her case that might be a good thing. She might be tempted to do something drastic.
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> As these prisoners are being held in accordance with the guidelines of the American justice system, and are being held for violations of criminal law that apply to humans as well, it would probably be a bad thing for a Legionnaire to do something "drastic".
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It depends on how she associates the steam powered robot. If it's something she's afraid may try to kill her she may destroy it first. If she's taken in by the plight she may try to break it out on the grounds that it's guaranteed an execution by being locked up.
> > This also illustrates a point I made about why Anna is restricted to living at the Lair Mansion. Outside it she has no real rights of her own.
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> Very true. Of course, that also goes for all RoboAmericans, and yet they live their lives out there every day among the rest of society. Quite heroic, actually.
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In that case I suppose Anna is both very lucky and very unlucky.
Lucky because she's quite sheltered from all of the societal problems and can learn about it from a relative distance (I'm not talking about someone yelling something rude on the street, just threats to her existence).
But unlucky because it also means if the problems are resolved, she'll be the last to benefit from it. She'll always be a "special case" because she was designed as military property (and they always try to claim an exception to any laws redefining their property), because of her association with the Lair Legion, and because she's inherently more dangerous than the average robot, and because she's so different in design. Specifically because she's outfitted with weapons, has no software that can be patched to alter her behavior, and because she's designed to look and behave so human (it's difficult for society to impose rules for robots on her if she looks and behaves so human).
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Subject: It was a real treat to have a consummate professional like Hatman on the set. [Re: killer shrike especially liked the portrayal of Hatty] Posted Mon Mar 17, 2008 at 08:43:55 am EDT |
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Subject: It's not that shiny. [Re: Anime Jason] Posted Mon Mar 17, 2008 at 08:51:09 am EDT |
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> > > Why would they be restricting battery-powered devices for a steam-powered robot? Is that just a general guideline for all robots?
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> > Indeed it is, seeing as artificial intelligences exist as electronic consciousnesses, they need to strictly monitor any electrical readings coming or going. Plus, as in the case with Joan, some prisoners may not be operating at full power for safety reasons, and they don't want them getting energized in some way. Easiest to just restrict all electronic devices altogether.
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> Or in the case of Anna, they have three problems: She's all electronic, if an incarcerated robot attempts to steal her power she'd probably vaporize them with lasers, and in either case she doesn't really have a right to visit prisoners unless she's with a human (and someone with major connections).
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Yes, that's more or less the thinking behind the rule. One should note that it's also likely to deny the robot prisoners *any* visitations, since family and friends may be artificials themselves (as with Hallie and Tandi).
> > > I suppose that means Yuki can't visit, though in her case that might be a good thing. She might be tempted to do something drastic.
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> > As these prisoners are being held in accordance with the guidelines of the American justice system, and are being held for violations of criminal law that apply to humans as well, it would probably be a bad thing for a Legionnaire to do something "drastic".
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> It depends on how she associates the steam powered robot. If it's something she's afraid may try to kill her she may destroy it first. If she's taken in by the plight she may try to break it out on the grounds that it's guaranteed an execution by being locked up.
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We haven't gotten around to sentencing just yet... I wouldn't say it's a guaranteed execution. Of course, as Joan herself notes, these aren't trumped up charges either.
> > > This also illustrates a point I made about why Anna is restricted to living at the Lair Mansion. Outside it she has no real rights of her own.
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> > Very true. Of course, that also goes for all RoboAmericans, and yet they live their lives out there every day among the rest of society. Quite heroic, actually.
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> In that case I suppose Anna is both very lucky and very unlucky.
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> Lucky because she's quite sheltered from all of the societal problems and can learn about it from a relative distance (I'm not talking about someone yelling something rude on the street, just threats to her existence).
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> But unlucky because it also means if the problems are resolved, she'll be the last to benefit from it. She'll always be a "special case" because she was designed as military property (and they always try to claim an exception to any laws redefining their property), because of her association with the Lair Legion, and because she's inherently more dangerous than the average robot, and because she's so different in design. Specifically because she's outfitted with weapons, has no software that can be patched to alter her behavior, and because she's designed to look and behave so human (it's difficult for society to impose rules for robots on her if she looks and behaves so human).
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Well, the last one's not so much a special case... Most RoboAmericans are designed to look and behave as humans, and seem to do so more convincingly than Anna, who is really one of the more robotic robots we've met.
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Subject: No, but Bender's is shiny and metal. [Re: Visionary] Posted Mon Mar 17, 2008 at 11:52:27 am EDT (Viewed 389 times) |
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> > Or in the case of Anna, they have three problems: She's all electronic, if an incarcerated robot attempts to steal her power she'd probably vaporize them with lasers, and in either case she doesn't really have a right to visit prisoners unless she's with a human (and someone with major connections).
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> Yes, that's more or less the thinking behind the rule. One should note that it's also likely to deny the robot prisoners *any* visitations, since family and friends may be artificials themselves (as with Hallie and Tandi).
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The irony of this is that if Anna was still with the military she would have a license to visit prisoners without question (of course then she'd be always accompanied by a human with a special I.D.). I suppose with the right charade a Lair Legion member and Anna could sneak in, but it's risky.
Though it makes me wonder, now that Hatman knows about the required paperwork, I wonder if he might file copies for everything? The Lair Legion comm cards, Hallie, Anna, Tandi, Yuki, anything else he can think of.
> > It depends on how she associates the steam powered robot. If it's something she's afraid may try to kill her she may destroy it first. If she's taken in by the plight she may try to break it out on the grounds that it's guaranteed an execution by being locked up.
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Yuki would be thinking a little farther ahead - a continuingly dangerous battle-bot who seems to intend harm by her own words isn't going to get a fair trial from scared, fragile human beings on a jury. All the prosecutor has to do is keep them scared. That sounds as good as guaranteed to Yuki.
> > But unlucky because it also means if the problems are resolved, she'll be the last to benefit from it. She'll always be a "special case" because she was designed as military property (and they always try to claim an exception to any laws redefining their property), because of her association with the Lair Legion, and because she's inherently more dangerous than the average robot, and because she's so different in design. Specifically because she's outfitted with weapons, has no software that can be patched to alter her behavior, and because she's designed to look and behave so human (it's difficult for society to impose rules for robots on her if she looks and behaves so human).
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> Well, the last one's not so much a special case... Most RoboAmericans are designed to look and behave as humans, and seem to do so more convincingly than Anna, who is really one of the more robotic robots we've met.
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Anna's advantages are also a disadvantage. Instead of being programmed to behave a certain way, she learns. Since she was originally placed at a secret military base, she behaves in a somewhat military manner. At least for now - she's slowly absorbing the ways of civilian life as she lives among those at the Lair Mansion. The longer she lives among humans the more she learns like them and behaves like them - eventually she may be indistinguishable.
I didn't jump to that part because it's more fun starting with a blank slate that behaves in an almost alien manner having to learn how to deal with people. At the moment she has adopted a few human childlike behaviors as she learns - things like shyness, easily being roped into things emotionally, the tendency to follow the lead of "adults", etc.
Anyway, the point was that Anna has a bad combination working against her. She's dangerous like Joan Henry, but fits in among humans as easily as the tame and not so dangerous Tandi. Humans have to ask questions about Anna like: Will she become angry and rampage through downtown Paradopolis, nearly unstoppable? And because she has no software, does that mean her behavior is unpredictable? Do we really want something so potentially dangerous and unpredictable able to walk the streets by herself with no safegard?
Humans in general don't want to have to deal with things like, "well, she might get angry and rampage through the streets but there's very little chance". That's like trying to get people to accept nuclear powered trucks rumbling down their neighborhood streets. People want to be reassured that there's almost no chance of danger.
Tandi would be easily allowed, because even if she goes rogue the amount of destruction she would cause is limited and she can be stopped fairly easily. That's why she's out on the loose and Joan Henry is locked up. It's also why Anna was kept secret by the military - who wants to know that the military is creating these dangerous androids? Or that they may think about making more someday?
It's a long, complicated case...
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Subject: Well, naturally. It's 40% Dolemite, baby! [Re: Anime Jason] Posted Mon Mar 17, 2008 at 07:14:05 pm EDT |
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> The irony of this is that if Anna was still with the military she would have a license to visit prisoners without question (of course then she'd be always accompanied by a human with a special I.D.). I suppose with the right charade a Lair Legion member and Anna could sneak in, but it's risky.
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> Though it makes me wonder, now that Hatman knows about the required paperwork, I wonder if he might file copies for everything? The Lair Legion comm cards, Hallie, Anna, Tandi, Yuki, anything else he can think of.
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Hallie's pretty on-the-ball. If there was a chance to get that much of an exception, she'd have done it. Filling out the paperwork only puts in the request, it doesn't guarantee that it'll be granted, after all.
The bottom line is that it would probably be easier to get a prisoner transferred into Legion custody than getting permission to bring restricted materials into the prison cell block.
> > We haven't gotten around to sentencing just yet... I wouldn't say it's a guaranteed execution. Of course, as Joan herself notes, these aren't trumped up charges either.
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> Yuki would be thinking a little farther ahead - a continuingly dangerous battle-bot who seems to intend harm by her own words isn't going to get a fair trial from scared, fragile human beings on a jury. All the prosecutor has to do is keep them scared. That sounds as good as guaranteed to Yuki.
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There's no jury... Trial by jury is a right artificials currently don't have. She'll have a hearing before a judge who will weigh the evidence against her and pronounce sentencing.
> Anna's advantages are also a disadvantage. Instead of being programmed to behave a certain way, she learns. Since she was originally placed at a secret military base, she behaves in a somewhat military manner. At least for now - she's slowly absorbing the ways of civilian life as she lives among those at the Lair Mansion. The longer she lives among humans the more she learns like them and behaves like them - eventually she may be indistinguishable.
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> I didn't jump to that part because it's more fun starting with a blank slate that behaves in an almost alien manner having to learn how to deal with people. At the moment she has adopted a few human childlike behaviors as she learns - things like shyness, easily being roped into things emotionally, the tendency to follow the lead of "adults", etc.
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I'm not complaining... giving her more of a "Data" personality gives her a different feel than the other robots we've had in the Parodyverse.
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> Anyway, the point was that Anna has a bad combination working against her. She's dangerous like Joan Henry, but fits in among humans as easily as the tame and not so dangerous Tandi. Humans have to ask questions about Anna like: Will she become angry and rampage through downtown Paradopolis, nearly unstoppable? And because she has no software, does that mean her behavior is unpredictable? Do we really want something so potentially dangerous and unpredictable able to walk the streets by herself with no safegard?
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> Humans in general don't want to have to deal with things like, "well, she might get angry and rampage through the streets but there's very little chance". That's like trying to get people to accept nuclear powered trucks rumbling down their neighborhood streets. People want to be reassured that there's almost no chance of danger.
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> Tandi would be easily allowed, because even if she goes rogue the amount of destruction she would cause is limited and she can be stopped fairly easily. That's why she's out on the loose and Joan Henry is locked up.
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Joan Henry is locked up because she broke the law. Tandi would be locked up exactly the same way if she were to commit a felony.
> It's also why Anna was kept secret by the military - who wants to know that the military is creating these dangerous androids? Or that they may think about making more someday?
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I think we all expect our military to be working on these things. I already imagined machine guns strapped to that robotic moose thing in that video I posted...
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Subject: Nicely done. [Re: Visionary offers something inspired by the recent chat] Posted Mon Mar 17, 2008 at 08:13:03 pm EDT (Viewed 412 times) |
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Subject: Well done [Re: Visionary offers something inspired by the recent chat] Posted Mon Mar 17, 2008 at 11:33:53 pm EDT (Viewed 402 times) |
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I thought your portrayal of Hatman was excellent, and it was an unexpected surprise to see him in this story. I always enjoy the Joan Henry stories as I feel the character has many facets to her personality. Great job!
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Subject: Thanks, though I was aiming for medium rare. [Re: Hatman] Posted Mon Mar 17, 2008 at 11:50:56 pm EDT |
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> I thought your portrayal of Hatman was excellent, and it was an unexpected surprise to see him in this story. I always enjoy the Joan Henry stories as I feel the character has many facets to her personality. Great job!
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I'm glad you approved of Hatty's inclusion in the story. Originally it was going to be Mac Fleetwood, but I changed my mind midway through.
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Subject: As long as he doesn't sell it again. [Re: Visionary] Posted Tue Mar 18, 2008 at 12:35:14 am EDT (Viewed 383 times) |
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> Hallie's pretty on-the-ball. If there was a chance to get that much of an exception, she'd have done it. Filling out the paperwork only puts in the request, it doesn't guarantee that it'll be granted, after all.
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> The bottom line is that it would probably be easier to get a prisoner transferred into Legion custody than getting permission to bring restricted materials into the prison cell block.
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I wouldn't be surprised if they generally forbid all visitors, but didn't want to turn away Hatman.
> > Yuki would be thinking a little farther ahead - a continuingly dangerous battle-bot who seems to intend harm by her own words isn't going to get a fair trial from scared, fragile human beings on a jury. All the prosecutor has to do is keep them scared. That sounds as good as guaranteed to Yuki.
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In that case her point is even more valid. It's even harder when there's only one person who carries Joan's life in their hands.
> > I didn't jump to that part because it's more fun starting with a blank slate that behaves in an almost alien manner having to learn how to deal with people. At the moment she has adopted a few human childlike behaviors as she learns - things like shyness, easily being roped into things emotionally, the tendency to follow the lead of "adults", etc.
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> I'm not complaining... giving her more of a "Data" personality gives her a different feel than the other robots we've had in the Parodyverse.
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She is supposed to be a more childlike character than most of the other robots.
> > Tandi would be easily allowed, because even if she goes rogue the amount of destruction she would cause is limited and she can be stopped fairly easily. That's why she's out on the loose and Joan Henry is locked up.
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> Joan Henry is locked up because she broke the law. Tandi would be locked up exactly the same way if she were to commit a felony.
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I meant there's a lot more discussion involved in letting a perceptively dangerous robot on the loose.
> > It's also why Anna was kept secret by the military - who wants to know that the military is creating these dangerous androids? Or that they may think about making more someday?
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> I think we all expect our military to be working on these things. I already imagined machine guns strapped to that robotic moose thing in that video I posted...
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It didn't surprise me at all - I've been reading Popular Mechanics. Last month there WAS a robot with weapons.
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Dancer now requires a happy ending
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Subject: Inspired is the word. Poor Joan :-( [Re: Visionary offers something inspired by the recent chat] Posted Sun Mar 23, 2008 at 08:42:06 am EDT |
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> Author's Note: This story follows upon the events in "Driven", which can be read here: http://mangacool.com/php/show.php?msg=parodyverse-20071014172231
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> "All right..." the bored, overweight guard announced, coming through the door head down while flipping pages on a clipboard. "Mr... Harmon, here to see prisoner #21403... you're up."
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> The visitor put down the 2 year old issue of "People Weekly" that he had been paging through in the waiting room. "Actually, that's Hatman" the capped crusader noted mildly as he climbed to his feet. "Sorry... I suppose I could stand to work on my penmanship. You'd think with all the paperwork, it would be getting better..."
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> The corrections officer's eyes nearly leapt from his skull. "I... you... you're Hatman!" he announced excitedly, clutching his clipboard to his large belly.
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> "Er... yes, I know. I'm the one that told you" Jay agreed with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Officer... Bradley, is it?"
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> "Yes sir!" C.O. Bradley answered hurriedly, rearranging his visitor list to free a hand in greeting. "Can I say, this is an honor, having you here sir?"
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> Jay shook the offered hand. "Thanks, but you really don't have to call me "sir"..."
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> "Sorry... old habit" Bradley apologized. "...Still haven't quite readjusted to civilian life after the war. I tell you, I got to see the Legion in action during the offensive on the conceptual plain, sir... did I say what an honor it is to meet you?"
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> The Legionnaire shook his head and patted the man on the shoulder. "If you were in that offensive, then you saw plenty of action yourself. The honor is all mine." He nodded to the locked door. "So how does this work? Do we head on back now?"
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> "Oh, right... sorry!" the guard hurried to apologize, ushering the superhero to follow him as he led him through a small hallway to another steel door and pressed a button. After a moments wait, a buzzer sounded and the door unlocked with a loud "klatch!". Bradley held the door open, allowing Jay into another, smaller waiting room where an elderly female guard sat behind a large wooden desk.
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> "You wait here until the green light comes on, signalling they've brought your prisoner up from the cellblock" she explained. "I have to ask you to empty all of your electronic devices into the bin here...cel phones, watches, mp3 players, anything."
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> "My watch? It's not even digital."
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> "Unless it's a wind-up one..." Officer Bradley noted, shrugging apologetically. "I'm afraid it's procedure... all battery operated devices are scanned for. We're not allowed to make any exceptions."
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> "I'm afraid you'll have to make one for this" the leader of the Lair Legion noted, holding up his electronic comm-card.
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> "Whazzat?" the elderly guard asked, squinting and raising her head to look down her nose. "Is that one of them I-phonie contraptions? How trendy." She turned her squinty gaze on his face. "You look familiar... Got the pretty boy looks of a model... I know I've seen them somewhere before..." She snapped her fingers dryly. "Are you the boy on that underwear billboard downtown? You know the one... Guy's package hanging over the McDonalds in Parodiopolis Plaza..."
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> "I'll take your word for it, but it's not me. At least, not that I know of" Jay responded, silently noting that with Flapjack in the mansion and a Photomat right across the bridge, one could never be too sure.
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> "Well, no matter who you are, you have to go by the rules. If you want to fill out the forms to request an exception, we can give them to you..." the woman snorted, digging around in her desk. "Form 17-J-195b. I think the turnaround from the Bureau is... what? Three weeks? Is that going to be a problem, Mr. Tighty-Whitie?"
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> Bradley coughed apologetically. "Er, don't mind Doris, she doesn't mean any offense. Although, I'm sorry, Mr. Hatman sir... those are the regulations."
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> The Legion Chairman considered arguing the point, but ultimately decided to go along... After all, he knew the general nature of the rule, or he wouldn't have been the one that needed to come down here. "Let me know immediately if there's a call" he instructed Doris.
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> "Yeah, yeah..." the elderly woman replied, stuffing all of his items into a plastic bag and handing him a receipt for it. "You kids and your text messaging... can't go ten minutes without it."
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> Thankfully, the green light on the opposite wall came on before Jay could reply. "Your prisoner is up" officer Bradley informed him quickly, leading the Legionnaire to the next security door.
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> Jay noticed the guard shifting his sidearm uncomfortably as he opened the door for the hero. "That's quite the cannon" he observed. "I don't think I recognize the caliber."
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> "Another regulation" Bradley explained, unholstering the weapon for the Legionnaire to see. "It's new ordinance... They were originally designed to penetrate Avawarrior armor for use in the war, but they didn't get out of development soon enough. Instead, they're part of the new government contract with Artificial Organics for robosapien pacification. It's a four shot revolver, with tankbuster shells... kicks like a mule on the firing range..." he shared, rubbing his arm knowingly. "The idea is to penetrate an outer chassis and rely on ricochet damage to disable enough internal components to bring down a robot. We have to wear them when working with these prisoners."
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> "Oh no, none at all actually..." Officer Bradley assured him. "In fact, I find it a lot more pleasant overlooking these ones than keeping an eye on the human population in the other cell blocks . You wouldn't believe what those animals will throw on you as you walk past..." He nodded to a chair set in front of a large, shatterproof glass wall. "You sit there. There are holes drilled in the glass for sound... no extra electronics allowed, so no phones to talk back and forth. I'll be just outside the door here watching. If there's any trouble... well, I mean, you're Hatman... you hardly need me to... Still, um... I'll be right outside."
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> "Thank you officer" Jay smiled and nodded as the man retreated, then he took a seat.
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> There was a loud clang as the door on the other side of the glass unlocked. "Is it time then, father? Come to lead me to the chair?" the prisoner called out as it opened and she was let into the room on the other side of the partition . "Isn't it customary that I get a last meal first? Or at least an oil change?" She stopped as she saw her visitor for the first time, and her eyes shields narrowed warily. "You're not Reverend Fleetwood."
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> "Sorry to disappoint you..." Jay noted with a friendly smile. "But Mac couldn't make it today... He's visiting Margaret Wilburson in the hospital. I offered to come in his place... and I'm afraid I only brought your mail, no meals." He took a moment to look over the robot he had come all this way to meet. She stood at least 11 feet tall, with broad shoulders and rather impressive boilers spaced side-by-side across her chest. Steam leaked from her joints and her rib cage, and her body was an intricate network of pipes and cast iron pieces, riveted together like something from the 1890's. "You must be Joan Henry."
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> "Yeah?" she answered grudgingly. "And which one are you?"
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> "Right. Figures, what with the hat and all." She shifted her considerable frame. "So why did a mighty Legionnaire come all the way down here to see little ol' me?"
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> Jay held up a bundle of notes. "I told you... I have your mail." He put them in the pass-through drawer and pushed it over to the other side of the glass. "There's one from Mac, a few from Tandi, and a bunch from Hallie."
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> "Great" the huge robot answered flatly, making no move to accept the missives. "But why did you come down here. You're not even wearing a postman's hat."
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> "I'm always afraid it will turn me into a post-apocalyptic Kevin Costner" Jay deadpanned, waiting for a reaction. "No? Am I the only one who saw that movie?"
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> He took a deep breath and answered her question. "I came because it was important to Hallie, and she's not allowed to come visit you herself. Tandi as well."
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> "So Hallie's my friend... and friends help each other when they need it."
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> "I think you would" Jay judged. "Especially if you'd stop being stubborn and take the letters."
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> "I never even responded to the first batch she sent. What makes her think this time will be any different?"
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> The steam-driven robosapien held up a giant metal hand. "These aren't exactly designed to work prison issue pens" she growled. She looked over to the metal drawer containing the letters with anger. "I don't even bother to read them, you know."
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> "Okay?" Joan asked sarcastically. "How exactly would you define "okay"?"
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> "And?" she challenged. "Am I "okay?" She flexed a massive arm. "Human prisoners aren't kept so low on fuel that they can barely move, are they?"
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> She looked back at him defiantly at first, but then her posture slumped and she turned away. "No... I voluntarily accepted the limits as a compromise. Human prisoners can't punch through these concrete walls when they're full of energy. It... wasn't worth the fight."
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> "Besides, it beats being locked away in a virtual concentration camp awaiting deleting" she added with venom, but there was something off about it... she still refused to look him in the eye. "I told Mac he could pass that along to Little Miss Hologram... but I suppose he didn't relay that part, did he?"
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> The Legionnaire frowned. "Oh no... I was there when he told her. And Tandi." His eyes grew hard. "Hallie's reaction isn't the kind of thing I'd forget."
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> The robot's head raised guiltily. "He... he actually told her?" Joan asked softly, pausing to consider that. "And... she still wrote me letters?"
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> "Hallie's not a quitter" he answered. "She's got a hell of a lot more fight in her than most people realize, and lord knows she's learned how to take a hit."
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> Joan stood on her half of the glass, staring at the drawer full of letters. "What do you know about me, Hatman?" she asked finally.
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> Jay considered it. "I know you were arrested for 21 counts of felony property damage and public endangerment while engaged in battle with other, unidentified robosapiens from the riverfront to Dullard's Corner. I know you're also facing charges of Assault in the Second Degree against one Edward Douglas Sullivan, for burns and scalding he claims to have received in an attack on his person which required the intervention of the as-yet-unidentified robosapiens. I know you're suspected of being involved in the illegal gambling bloodsport "Robot Rumble", and what's more, I know that your reputation within said "sport" is in shambles after allegations, later revealed true in your booking records, that your internal structure is composed of non-sanctioned, performance-enhancing materials."
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> "In short, that I'm a cheat, that I tried very hard to boil all the skin from Sully's fat frame, and that I tore into some of my "coworkers" with zero regard for the well being of anyone or anything around me" she assessed. "And you know what? It's all true."
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> "I'm not Mac Fleetwood..." Jay hastily reminded her. "Confessions to me aren't protected in any way..."
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> "So knowing all that... Knowing exactly what I am..." Joan continued, ignoring him, "Can you give me one good reason why the hell anyone shouldn't just give up on me and let me rust in peace?"
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> The Legion Chairman stood. "Not yet. But then, I don't need to. The first thing I learned about this job was whose opinions I could trust." He walked to the security door and knocked to be let out. "Your hearing is scheduled for next Tuesday... I know you've turned down the option to have representation" he told her as Officer Bradley returned to collect him. He looked to the hulking robot watching him from behind the shatter-proof glass. "I wouldn't count on being there alone, if I were you."
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