Guess who's coming for dinner? (heb,gwyd,clara)

SINCE I { THE ALMIGHTY WRONG WAY] AM THE ONLY ONE WHO KEEPS PASTEBINS OF THINGS, THIS IS THE SECOND HALF OF AN RP. BASICLY, THEY'RE BUILDING A ROBOT. ALSO SOME SHIT ABOUT SPIRIT ANIMALS. I HAVEN'T A CLUE. NOW THEY'RE EATING DINNER I GUESS

Clara is done with her food
<Clara>: "So, how about we finish up Asimov today, eh?" She says, incredibly upbeat
<HabeusKaiju>: Do you guys need help?
<Gwyd>: "Oh sure thing"
Gwyd picks up asimov, and stands up.
<Clara>: "You can come see, we're not hiding anything, Theo"
<HabeusKaiju>: Right, gotcha, and maybe I can finally see the whole lab for once
<Clara>: "Eeeeeeeeh" she tries to skirt around the topic
Clara takes her plate and puts it in the sink
<Clara>: "Now come on, we have science to do!" she grabs them both and rushes to the lab
HabeusKaiju picks up Gwyd and his own plates, and brings it to the sink
Gwyd takes up his plate, and puts it in the sink, he washes it off a little bit
Clara pulls the two down to the lab
Gwyd is pulled down to the lab
<Clara>: The three make it down to the lab. On the table is the robotic skeleton they are going to be building off of.
<HabeusKaiju>: So....you're making a modern prometheus down here, right?
<Clara>: "Alright, this is what we have so far. Very basic robotic construct, it can walk and interact weakly. Obviously, we need to build up from here"
<HabeusKaiju>: there anything I can do?
<Clara>: "Help us decide what to put on him"
<HabeusKaiju>: Oh, like, paint and stuff?
<Clara>: "More like capabilities and attachments"
<HabeusKaiju>: You should paint him Green! We all know green is both masculine, slimming, and radical!
<Gwyd>: "What would you like asimov?"

<Clara>: [Greene: "This is true"]

<Clara>: -I ask for little, a simple body seems enough. But you and mother-creator both know much more what I may need than I do"
Gwyd thinks on it for a second "He needs hands, good hands"
<HabeusKaiju>: Right, good, normal hands. no claws, or weird stuff like that, right?
<Clara>: "We talking super strong hands?"
<Gwyd>: "No, what?"
<Clara>: "What? I figure heavy lifting is a good thing"

<Gwyd>: "Delicate hands, dexterous ones. Its how he interacts with the world. It should be precise, so he can express himself."
<HabeusKaiju>: Yea, Gwyd's got it
<Clara>: "Alright." she takes a piece of blueprint paper, begins designing on the spot
<HabeusKaiju>: nice, safe hands
<Clara>: "What of the arms? The hands are one thing, should the arms contain any specialties?"

<Buck>: [beeg stronk arms]
<Buck>: [beeeg power]

<HabeusKaiju>: Well, what can you add to arms?
<Gwyd>: "Flexible, right? So he can move and maybe play the drums if he ever wanted"
<Clara>: "A lot of things. Flexibility is always a good thing. So far I am seeing a very nimble and precise build scheme so far"
<HabeusKaiju>: Play the drums?
<Clara>: "Very articulate"
<HabeusKaiju>: Well, some power is good, right?

Clara is designing so fast she has to get a new paper within a few minutes
<HabeusKaiju>: Maybe add some pistons, or something....
<Clara>: "I was suggesting some measure of strength, of course."
<HabeusKaiju>: I really don't know much bout engineering, and such....
<Gwyd>: "I guess, mr hondo. I mean, hes a person"
<Clara>: "I will handle the nitty gritty engineering bits"
<Clara>: "I figure you two would have a good grasp on what a fella needs in this world"

<HabeusKaiju>: But, hey, Asimov, if you every find yourself in the Supreme Court of Canada, give me a ring, okay?
HabeusKaiju laughs, rubbing Asimov's head
<Clara>: -I'll try to be a fair judge, then- he jokes back

<HabeusKaiju>: Well, I'm sort of out of touch of what a regular shmuck, ya know?
HabeusKaiju says, motion to his body
<Clara>: "You're still a person, Theo"
<Gwyd>: "You are a person, its just I dont think hell need it"\

<HabeusKaiju>: Yea, yea, I know
<HabeusKaiju>: How bout some....rockets?
<HabeusKaiju>: rockets are cool
HabeusKaiju shrugs

<Clara>: "I... worry about him being around people like us, the s-men" she admits "I don't want to see you get hurt if we make you ill-equipped" she says to asimov
<Clara>: "Its dangerous, a lot of the time. If anything, I want to make this durable and defensible."
<Gwyd>: "Hes a good boy, no one will hurt him..and we will stop anyone who tries"
<HabeusKaiju>: Well, how bout some non lethal things then...like rubber bullets!

<Clara>: "I know, just, I am worried"
<Clara>: -I understand your concern, mother-creator, but I wonder if building me to be in those situations may make me prone to be-
<Clara>: -I do not want to fight.-
HabeusKaiju nods in agreement

<Clara>: -Do what you will for protection, but I do not want to hurt people.-
<Clara>: "I understand..."
<Clara>: "I'll make sure he's safe, and nobody will get hurt. Gwyd, do you think you can provide some magic for this?" she asks over
<Clara>: "Some wards to make sure he's safe"
Clara continues designing

<Gwyd>: "Ill try, anything in particular?"
<Clara>: "I don't know anything about magic, really. What can you do?"
<Gwyd>: "I can make him stronger, faster, keep things away from him."
<Clara>: "...any ideas?"
<Clara>: "Wait, I got one. Protection against outside control"
<Clara>: "That way nobody can take advantage of his programming"

<HabeusKaiju>: Like, you mean from everyone than you, right?
<Clara>: "I trust him"
<Gwyd>: "Stop people from affecting him in certain ways"
<HabeusKaiju>: Ehhhhhhhh, I dunno...

<Clara>: -I have long since perfected my mimicry of the human brain. I cannot be corrupted internally"
<Clara>: -I will not be turning on people or going rogue-
<HabeusKaiju>: I guess then....
<Clara>: "So, can you do it? Give him independence from mind and circuit altering affects?"
<Gwyd>: "I can try..."

Gwyd does magicy magic, curls his eyes, the room goes dark, and hits asimov with a strange blue glow
<HabeusKaiju>: OHGODHITTHEDECK
HabeusKaiju hits the deck
<Gwyd>: NOTHING HAPPENS
<Gwyd>: but magic

<Clara>: "...did it work?"
<Gwyd>: "Maybe"
<Gwyd>: "I think so yeah"
<Gwyd>: "...yeah"
<HabeusKaiju>: Oh, so, we're all still alive?
HabeusKaiju gets up, and dust himself off
<Clara>: "Alright...."

Clara gets back to work
<HabeusKaiju>: So, now what?
<Clara>: "We ain't done yet. We still need to figure out the rest of him, if you have any ideas"
<HabeusKaiju>: Well, what should we do?
<HabeusKaiju>: Jetpacks could be cool!
<Gwyd>: "A bit dangerous dont you think?
<Clara>: "Jetpacks are horribly unwieldy"
<Clara>: "We'd be better off implementing a graviton manipulator to allow him to achieve much smoother levitation"

<Gwyd>: "Can he smell?"
<Clara>: "Less fuel constumption and destruction"
<Clara>: "and... no, I do not believe so"
<HabeusKaiju>: Well, I think jetpacks are cool...
<Gwyd>: "Can he feel?"

<Clara>: "Not yet"
<Clara>: "I figure both are essential"
<Gwyd>: "Of course"

<HabeusKaiju>: http://static4.fjcdn.com/comment/Can+you+feel+it+now+Mr.+Krabs+_5c163c9df8ed4762b705345cf509077c.png ]

<Clara>: "We must cover all the senses. Time consuming, but necessary"
<HabeusKaiju>: Even taste?
<HabeusKaiju>: can the thing really eat?
<Gwyd>: "He has a sense of time already, yes?"
<Clara>: "Yes"
<Clara>: "Also no to the eating"

<HabeusKaiju>: Right, so, just four then, right?
<HabeusKaiju>: easy peasy!
<HabeusKaiju>: You can do it!
<Gwyd>: "He should be able to taste if he wants to"
HabeusKaiju pats Clara on the back
<Gwyd>: "I dont, but I still like the choice"
<Clara>: "I will need to figure out how to properly make that work, seeing as taste is connected to eating, something robots do not do"

<Gwyd>: "why cant he?"
<Clara>: "Where would it go? What purpose would it serve?"
<HabeusKaiju>: True, he doesn;t have any...freaky biomechanical parts right?
<Gwyd>: "His stomach?"
<Clara>: "Not at the moment"
<HabeusKaiju>: If there is one thing that this house doesn't stand for, it is transhumanism

<Clara>: [TOO LATE FOR THAT HAB]
<HabeusKaiju>: ONE RULE, CLARA! ONE RULE!]

<Clara>: "So, are we to recreate the internal organ system?"
<Clara>: "More advanced than what I had in mind, but I'm up to making an android"
<HabeusKaiju>: Isn't that a little....too much if playing god?
<Gwyd>: "Or just a spot to hold the waste"

<Clara>: "He is a human being in soul"
<Gwyd>: "or just a chemical analyzer, that acts as taste."
<HabeusKaiju>: Right, yeah....robot souls....
<HabeusKaiju>: Well, I guess giving him an organ system might be fine then
<HabeusKaiju>: You can handle that, Clar?
<Clara>: "Give me a few days and I'll have it down"

<HabeusKaiju>: So what else then?
<HabeusKaiju>: Lasers?
<Clara>: "So, the main premise of the body is to provide the human experience along with enhanced protection as well as flexibility and dexterity"
<Gwyd>: "A satellite phone?"
<Clara>: "Communicators and a few other gadgets that I have would be useful. Building in an omnitool as well"
<HabeusKaiju>: Oh, sweet!

<Gwyd>: "What does the omnitool...do anyway?"
<Clara>: "Utility device. Think swiss army knife with even more options"
<Gwyd>: "Oh fun"
<Clara>: "Gwyd, I may ask for a ward against magical elements. Also... is it possible to give him the ability to channel magic?"
<Gwyd>: "He already has it"
<HabeusKaiju>: oh god]
<HabeusKaiju>: magical ultron]
<HabeusKaiju>: god weeps]
<Clara>: [Asimov is a pacifist]
<Clara>: [calm down]

<Gwyd>: "Hes me"
<Clara>: "I see"
<Gwyd>: "In a way, he is my son. He can do most anything I can. As well he has nuzzie"
<Gwyd>: "When I go away, he'll stay with him."

<Clara>: "Good. Then I know he'll be safe" she says, then she goes worried "going away?"
<Gwyd>: "Its nothing, just a phrase"
<HabeusKaiju>: Well, none of us are going away for a while, right?

<Buck>: [>none of us are going away for a while]
<Buck>: [ohhhgoooooddddd]

HabeusKaiju laughs, and pats Gwyd's shoulder
<Clara>: "Okay, just got me there" she phews, trying to play off that she was /not/ horribly concerned for him
<Gwyd>: "Hehe"
Gwyd is internally dreading either his death, or some cosmic fate worse than death.
<HabeusKaiju>: So, when should I zap it to life?
Clara internally is still concerned about gwyd leaving

<Clara>: "Give it a few days, I need to build it" she says while writing things down
<HabeusKaiju>: I gotcha
<HabeusKaiju>: Do you guys need anything else then?
<HabeusKaiju>: Sodas? Water? Food?
<Gwyd>: "Its not an it..."

<Gwyd>: "And no thank you mr hondo"
<HabeusKaiju>: Oh, I meant the body
<HabeusKaiju>: Not As him self, ya know
<HabeusKaiju>: ....
HabeusKaiju walks off to get pop

<Gwyd>: >pop]
<Buck>: [>>pop]
<Gwyd>: hab you are dead to me]
<HabeusKaiju>: D :]
<Buck>: [What is this South Dakota?]
<Gwyd>: ha nice]

HabeusKaiju gets to the elevator, and has many issues trying to get it to work