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[evilgrows]

There's some-- some easy solution to all of this, right? Surviving the cycle with your sanity intact? Something I'm overlooking? Am I too distracted?

[Dressed in a black tank top, Robotnik looks... well, stressed out, mostly. And weirdly translucent. And sweaty. Definitely moonblessing issues. His hair's a mess, his mustache isn't faring much better, and he's pacing back and forth judging by the movement of the screen. Of course, the obvious solution is staring him right in the face, but he's ignoring that right now.

He's not even sure why he's bothering with the network. He was intending to suffer in silence, get this over with, get back to what passes for normal around here. But he wants to talk to people. Since fucking when? People are the last thing he needs, ever, but especially now.

Iris, he's concluded over and over again, is indeed the worst.]

Barring the obvious, I mean. It's-- It's incredible. I thought-- I thought I could take it, thought I could handle it. Nothing stumps me like this. [He runs a hand through his hair.] Everything has been... inconclusive. Ridiculous! Inconclusive! Think about it! I can't figure it out! Me!

[He's babbling. But in his defense he's running through his first Iris cycle on the heels of having a serious fucking case of alien-mind-share-device-induced brain junk data. Shit's fucked.]

How the hell do you live like this?

[Yes, he's absolutely making way too big of a deal out of this but he doesn't care.

He'll care later, probably. He'll definitely care later. But not now.]

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[evilgrows]

[He'll probably need to talk a lot just to distract himself from the ridiculousness of the situation, like the conversations brought by this post are almost helping with here. Almost.

He offers something of a smile himself, strained as it is.]

Yeah, funding'll probably be my biggest hurdle after I research things enough. At the risk of bragging [(not that it's something he normally minds doing)] I certainly have the skill for it. Hell, most of the reason I did what I did back home was just to have access to resources, and if I can potentially independently access those anyway...

[He doesn't mention the potential sexbot business. But if he's working for himself, he can decide what he does and when.

And also the potential world domination, but baby steps. Baby steps.]

But oh, don't I know that. Can't tell you how many times I had to explain basic things to some military-minded idiot who couldn't grasp what my work was supposed to do. The less I have to deal with that, the better.

[sycamour]

[That last comment makes Sycamore laugh; it's nice to be talking about something other than...everything their moonblessing has chosen to be.]

Well, I'm lucky in that I've never had to deal with too much of that! Although you do get the odd organisation here and there that seems a little too interested in specifics of your research - from what you're saying, I doubt that's an uncommon occurrence for you.

[What with all this talk of the military, and what have you.]

You know Doctor, I've never actually asked you what it is you specialise in! Tell me, what is your specialist subject?

[evilgrows]

Oh, if I had a dollar for every time people got suspiciously interested in my things, I wouldn't need to worry about funding my personal projects.

[He grins, pushing his hair back. This conversation is... distracting, in the good way, and way better than dealing with everything else right now.

Just ignore the nagging in the back of his mind, it's fine.]

But, ah, it's robotics. I know, wild, I'm sure you never would have guessed. I've been focusing on drone technology, mostly, although I've got a number of ideas for other things... of course, all of my blueprints and materials and prototypes are back home and I have to essentially start from scratch here.

[sycamour]

Ah, robotics! Fascinating!

[Legitimately, though? You are extremely cool, Dr Robotnik, do not let anyone tell you otherwise-]

I must admit, you do have a rather appropriate name! I don't know much about robots, but a friend of mine is thoroughly gifted with them.

[...

...his....dead friend haha good lord, the ease at which Lysandre just inserted himself into this conversation physically hurts, dammit Iris he's had enough of these emotions...

Fortunately he'll be able to keep any reactions off his face, but...ugh. The end of the triple moon can't come soon enough.]

At least there is an adventure in starting from scratch? You might find you're struck with uncommon inspiration, away from your usual environment. Regardless, I do hope you'll show me any prototypes you develop!

[evilgrows]

Oh, so at least you've got some familiarity with the field, right?

[He doubts the friend's as gifted as he is, but nobody can be.]

But technology's so different here, I'd basically have to start from near-scratch anyway, but it'd be nice to at least have a shell to work with. It's been a process, figuring things out. I won't be incapable of recreating my babies, obviously, but I'm not used to needing to learn so much. I'll definitely show you when I come up with anything worthwhile, though.

[Just... maybe not anything with a fake dick attached to it. He's not at that level of comfort yet.

Also, yes, he absolutely referred to his absent robots as his babies. Make of that what you will.]