Morph Moth

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn't usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn't gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it's intended use was quite interesting. A device she'd developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She'd wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she'd keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she'd know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn't usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn't gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it's intended use was quite interesting. A device she'd developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She'd wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she'd keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she'd know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

The staring down of the huge maverick she had previously thought she’d shaken, crouched in the corner of her truck staring her down with as much bafflement as she had threw her through several mental and emotional loops. She wasn’t sure if she were to laugh, cry or ball up in to the smallest bundle she could manage.

“I er…ah…. I guess it’s your truck now. Good luck.” She’d stammer, turning on her heel and attempting a quick frog march away from him.

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn't usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn't gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it's intended use was quite interesting. A device she'd developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She'd wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she'd keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she'd know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

Fortunately for moth, Phoebes timing seemed to be impeccable as she’d look back at the road, and of course once getting near civilisation of some sort, she’d have to adhere to the speed limit and slow down. Trying to calm down and put what happened in the scrap yard behind her.

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

She must have brought that with her here.

He fluttered for a little more height, then started a glide over closer. Unless it was far faster off the block than he was prepared to give it credit for, he should be able to get fairly close to it. Maybe he’d be able to land on the roof and see where she went.

“I hate this. I hate this. I know I should have brought an escort.” The red head would mumble as she pressed herself back in to her seat in paranoia. “This was a dumb idea Phoebe. What the hell were you thinking??” She’d berate herself. Eyes focused on the broken road for any more hazards that might appear. Unaware Moth was still tailing her behind, had he already landed in her truck bed…

Her main focus was getting back to Abel city with the parts she’d collected. “It’s fine. He was probably chasing me away. Not like I have anything of interest to him that he’d be desperate to go after I’m sure.” She’d try reassure herself out loud, though wincing at the fact she caught herself talking to herself again.

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn't usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn't gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it's intended use was quite interesting. A device she'd developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She'd wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she'd keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she'd know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

She must have brought that with her here.

He fluttered for a little more height, then started a glide over closer. Unless it was far faster off the block than he was prepared to give it credit for, he should be able to get fairly close to it. Maybe he’d be able to land on the roof and see where she went.

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn't usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn't gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it's intended use was quite interesting. A device she'd developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She'd wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she'd keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she'd know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

A faint blip from her belt made her pause with a small start and scan the area. Right now the signal was faint, but she deffinately couldn’t accredit it to the machines she’d opened… as awful the smell of mouldy washing machines was…

She’d get to her feet and consider if it was time to leave. Though her curiosity couldn’t help but tug her to pull up the scanner and at least wave it slowly in front of her just to make sure. Checking behind… nothing?

“Is there something buried under there?” She’d mutter.

Kicking off the ground he took flight, hovering into the air with his wings. It would give him a better view to observe, and if he was high enough he wouldn’t be immediately visible.

This threw Phoebe’s core through a small loop as the back of her neck began to run cold. She had only suspected remnants, but whatever this was, was much bigger than she had prepared for.

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

A faint blip from her belt made her pause with a small start and scan the area. Right now the signal was faint, but she deffinately couldn’t accredit it to the machines she’d opened… as awful the smell of mouldy washing machines was…

She’d get to her feet and consider if it was time to leave. Though her curiosity couldn’t help but tug her to pull up the scanner and at least wave it slowly in front of her just to make sure. Checking behind… nothing?

“Is there something buried under there?” She’d mutter.

Kicking off the ground he took flight, hovering into the air with his wings. It would give him a better view to observe, and if he was high enough he wouldn't be immediately visible.

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn't usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn't gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it's intended use was quite interesting. A device she'd developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She'd wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she'd keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she'd know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

Morph Moth liked the sound of that, on several levels. Having a connection to what sounds like an archival group meant that whatever money he got from this deal would be clean. On top of that, as the reploid was going to be attempting to use the information inside for the good of mankind instead of criminal intent like Moth had expected, few would be eager to dig too deep into where the data was coming from aside from “A dump.”

There was even something about the ‘mistakes of the past can be avoided’ line that spoke to something deep down inside his own code, schemes and plans aside.

“A noble endeavor. There are a lot of lessons to be learned from those past mistakes. The hard part is getting the holdouts to see how they can avoid being trapped into them. You are taking a difficult task, but a noble effort. I could, if you’re willing, offer a bit of a discount for….well, bulk, over the long term. Buyers for things like this aren’t particularly common, if you save me the trouble of having to find other buyers….” He left the offer hanging in the air.

knowledgekeeperofthegate​:

“Hmmm” He rubbed his chin as he thought. So there was no guarantee on how lucrative digging into these drives would be. Finding worthwhile information for the archive was as likely as this Lepi-bot-era digging up diamonds from the drek he wallowed in. It was still worth the risk he believe. “What’s your asking price, if I may?” Play it cool. That was the game right now. Bartering was a thing people still did correct? He knew people used Zenny credits, but he only every carried a moderate amount. Definitely not something he wanted to waste too much of on trash.

Morph Moth ran some numbers and said a number. It wasn’t very high. “Although I could be flexible from there. And depending on your intent there could be a chance for future business. After all, while I don’t make it out here to sell things often I do come across things like this frequently.”

That, and they weren’t really that much good to him.

There was even something about the ‘mistakes of the past can be avoided’ line that spoke to something deep down inside his own code, schemes and plans aside.

silkscrapkeeper​:

“That would be me, I was putting some things away.” He could have let the drones do the work, but it was something to help get his joints calibrated in right after his transformation. He would have to see how well the wings and weapons performed once he was back home, but everything he could reasonably use indoors was performing as expected.

“You have an interest in something?”

“These old drivers… what era would you say they’re from?” It was a simple enough question for what he hoped would be a simple enough answer. Something in the back of his data told him he was being rude though. “If that isn’t a rude thing to ask. I mean of course they’re old what with all of the dents and ashy dust. N-No! I mean. Uh… Do they come from before reploids?” There wasn’t much saving the conversation. He’d already possibly insulted the wears of this peddler without meaning to. Questions would go unanswered he was sure. Too long he’d been away from other bots.

He looked at the drives in question. They weren’t in the best shape, but they were still recognizable for what they were. “Hard to say. Some might be. Could certainly be. Old enough to be discarded for not being useful at the time, but humans throw out a lot. These are just what I’ve recently dug out.”