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[cutejustice]

[Well. Maya had gotten settled, such as it was. She had found a place to live for the time being. But so far not really doing much of anything was driving her up one wall and back down the other. So, it was clearly time to change that.

The screen flashed on. She at least had figured out how to access the network. Though it had taken many questions (sometimes asked more than once!) of her long suffering robot buddy, Helper.]

Hi! For those of you who don't know, I am Maya! I know there are a lot of people and robots and stuff I probably haven't met yet!

Anyway, I was wondering if anyone needed a lawyer around here? Or a spirit medium/ghost talker type person? Don't think it's weird that I'm mentioning the two of those things in close proximity. You'd be surprised at how often the two intersect!

[Robots could get into trouble, right? Besides, there were human people around. Besides... Maya didn't want to know know about the existence of robot ghosts, thanks. Though she had a feeling she might find out before she got to go home.]

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[cutejustice]

[Maya made a face at the story. A rather creeped out face.]

So... wait. He would eat people? Why? Why would he want to eat people? And just because he can is a bad reason! I'm glad that you said that you would hex him or haunt the crap out of him.

[Maya scowled thunderously.]

Not everything I can do is super-benign either. I mean, I can channel spirits, which can be really messy if it goes poorly. I can also do exorcisms and such. Or I can just leave creepy robots who eat people hexed and haunted.

[Eat people. Really? Maya was more and more glad that she had told Dirge to shove off.]

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He would! And from what I could gather, it's a combination of things. Because it allows him a kind of uncounterable "ownership," because he can use organic matter as fuel, and arguably because it gives him more to gain than just... stepping on someone or someshit.

It came up while I was trying to convince him farming humans was a friggin' awful idea, after he'd heard how we adapt to a lot of environments. [Sam's shoulders set, and there's a flicker of the anger that had been behind her threat] It was like... 'There are so many reasons this won't pan out, and one of 'em will be me.'

[She huffs and sits back, listening to Maya with interest... and approval. Once the other girl finishs speaking, that crooked little smile surfaces once more, and Sam holds up a fist for bumping.]

Good on you.