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⟨⟪ 𝓚 ⟫⟩ ❞ ; does he think that an android capable of                     calculating the sum         of a large prime                     number is simpleminded?

                                                   No, of course not.

                            But declining an offer to be patched up can                     be labeled as foolhardy, and Kowalski will admit                     a waste of an  opportunity to  examine the inner                     workings of his twin,  not that he would be one                     to push, or EXECUTE a task without the other’s                     consent. It was clear that these bio-mechanical                     duplicates were very aware, despite their lack of                     emotion earlier.

                                        Perhaps it was    part of the                                         seemingly obvious state of                                        M  A  L  F  U  N  C  T  I  O  N,                                         but he can only continue to                                         make such assumptions.

                   Kowalski swallowed, noting the malicious mien                    of his mirror-copy, and he can’t help but cringe                    as it shifts into a combat stance ; crimson orbs                    piercing through the shadow filled sewers. He                    hears a gentle plop of water hit a puddle, and                    Kowalski imagines the liquid ripple as the tone                    of his voice emits from the mech.

                              He yields, as if he hadn’t already but to                               drops his flippers to prove he is not all                               hostile.

                 ”You know, you’re right.

                             You’re right to doubt my ability in repairing                              you because you’re absolutely right.

                 You’re faster, you’re stronger, you’re better                  and you’re definitely smarter than my own                   brain will ever be, but you’re still a machine,                  albeit an aware one but you can’t repair                  the damage on your own. You need help,                  and I have it.

                                                      Let me fix you.”

                 he is sure that there must   be some kind of MISTAKE,                  last time he checked they were ENEMIES, antagonists                  of one another ( and yet, here his source is offering him                  help -- belittling himself for a purpose the android has                  yet to discover ).

                                  the sparks do not cease, and his head                                   twitches somewhat,       an involuntary                                    movement.

                 as kowalski lowers his flippers, the android hesitates,                  before he steps out of his own stance ( only partially ),                  but he is still very WARY and very BITTER. crimson                  lights shift up & down, examining the movements of                  his look alike. he's searching for signs of falsehood,                  signs of scheming and lying and preparations for a                  kind, any kind, of backstabbing.

                                  his system does not understand the altruism,                                   the kindness being offered ( he will not call it                                   kindness ), & he stares. calculates. normally,                                   being said to be better than the real form is                                   something he would gloat over, but now --                                    no.

                 he thinks that this 'real' him, the dirty and filthy version                  of him, is only saying those things ( despite their truth )                  so that he could place the android in a   P O I N T   of                   weakness.

                                  'why do you want to help me?                                    i tried to kill you, why are you                                    trying to HELP me?

                                                   why ͍͉͉̠͓̣͐͗͗̅ą̖̰͌͑ͫ̆̍͑r̞̣̿̾ę̬ͨ͛̓͒ͨ ͍̖̗͉̭̊ͅyou  ̥̦̯͇̜̿̄̽ͬ̀͑trying to h̒̔e̟̟̳̜̱͆ͨ͆̓ͨ͛ͪl͚̙̪̬̭͔͛̊ͣͧ͌̈p̍ͣͪ̒̏͏̠͇̼ ̜̬̏̑̆̏ͅme?

                                                              w̭̫̯͗ͮ̒ͣha͍̗͟t do ̰̹̜̩you ̀̈ͪ̔t̤͉̹̤͚̿ͪ̈́̃̆͌ͤ͟h̯͖̔̈́͆ͯͤȉ͈̼̖̈̇̉͆ͅnk

                                                                  ̺̹͠ŷ̲̝̠̣̹͜o̶̠ǘ̢́ͣ́'̭̬̝͙̣͗͐̅̐̽͌l̪̹̱̻̞̪̇̎l͔̜̬̠̤͇̜͟     ̙͖͑ͦ̉͛̽̄̚ğ̨̬̃͐̓̇ͤ̈́a̟̭͉͐ͬ̄i̲̻͖̯̬̣ͩͭ̋ͨnͤͥ̓ͮͫͨ́?'

                 and his voice begins to scratch, his voice begins to                  tear and fill with static      ( just accept the help you                  idiot! ) -- the hostility does not fade.

                                  & he thinks he understands now,                                   ( he's better ) & that penguin wants                                   to know how, why, and he wants to                                   use this knowledge for himself, does                                   he not?

                                                     'I҉̀͏'͝M    ́͝͡NO͠T̢͟   ̨̛A̷̕͜ ̡͠S͘͟P̴͢͝E͜Ć͝͞I͝͝M̢͟͠E̢N̶͘͠                                                       F̧͠O͝R       ͜͠ỲO͘͠U͡͞     TÓ̸   ̢    S͜͞͠T͠U̴D̢̢͢Y̢҉' 

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⟨⟪ 𝓚 ⟫⟩ ❞ ; an alarmed gasp becomes a near squawk as                     he drops all equipment   and reaches for his                     beak, forcing it shut. It was him.

                           No, no, it was the android that looked like him,                            spoke like him, and did everything else  better                            than him, but the condition it was in disturbed                            him more than it should’ve.

                   Damaged robotics never bothered him,                    or so he thought until  this  happened.                    The invention of bio-mechanical dupes                    was in fact, innovative in a sense that it                    could be used for good, as to preserve                    animals                 not use them, and the                    uncanny resemblance made him queasy.

                           He can only assume that he —- it had survived                            the pummelling it had     received and chose to                            run off, perhaps in hopes      of recovering and                            retiring to plot but   whatever   happened to it                              after the fight, he did not want to think about.

                    He tried not to stare at the damaged cranium                     too much for his own sake, and the breakfast                     he ate earlier, but he did take into consideration                     its request, and that it wasn’t just a mere program                     following orders, but it did actually have some sort                     of sentient of its own.

                            Kowalski felt inclined to help. “But I can fix you.”

             there is a bitter look on what remains of his face,              a lack of 'skin' on  h a l f  of it doesn't make him               look any better. red lights ( eyes ) stay focused on              his doppelganger, & he stands in silence ( save for              the cackling of sparks ) as he tries to process the              true nature behind that statement.

                          & what remains of his eyes narrow into thin lines,                           and his once relatively neutral'd expression forms                           into one of a sort of hatred. he didn't realize that                           animals could stoop so low as to mock him even                           in his current state.

             a sneer mars his features ( at least what's still there ),              and he balls up the tips of his flippers -- he refuses              to accept a so called help from his enemy, he refuses              to let himself fall victim to such horrid MOCKERY.

                          a vicious expression settles onto his face,                           and the android shifts his stance into one                           preparing to fight.      he knows he won't                           survive this, but he will not go down with                           a fight -- he will not accept such insult at                           his pride ( dignity. existence. )

             'you think i'm that stupid?                           you underestimate me, dirty bird.                           i won't fall for your faked sympathy.'

                          his voice rings static as he speaks,                           if there is an android form of pain,                           he is experiencing the WORST of it.

                                       '& BESIDES, i doubt you can.'

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                   & he ignores the sparks coming of the side of                    his head,    continuing forward in a seemingly                    aimless direction. well, aimless until he catches                                       sight of a mirrored image, and his systems                                       scream e r r o r at him for what seems like                                        eternity,   before they register this look alike                                       as the base code for his existence. a natural                                       enemy. so despite his evident glitchings, he                                       tries his best to appear threatening.

                   ' back off. '