shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Something to do with the way organics transfer information from one generation to the next, though there are also organics that can reproduce on their own. The planet I was on had several variants where more than two individuals would contribute to the offspring, but the more you involve the more complicated it seems to get. [He's halfways tempted to break out a helpful diagram about genetics.]

 

I always thought the way only organic femmes can carry was fragged up.
-there's a mech in the corner. She looks, in every possible way, completely identical to pedalboat-alt Jetski; same kibble, same frame type, identical colour scheme, same colour optics- even, though to a slightly lesser extent, the same voice. She is also drinking from a bottle of something violently, digustingly pink with a swirly-eyed face scribbled on the label-

 

No One Should Be Carrying Its Kind Of Disgusting And Also Super Dangerous. Just Like. Outsource That Shit.

 

You got it, squishy. -gestures vaguely at Chroma with the bottle in what might be an offering sort of motion- Whole thing's fragged up. Weird as pits. Not like fraggin' everything else isn't weird as pits too, mind.

 

[She eyes the bottle for a moment, then shakes her head, declining the offer.]
Yes That. Things Are Weird As Fuck Always, A Novel by Whoever Shat Out The Universe Were Stuck In.

 

-Canopy shrugs, and takes another long swig from the bottle. One of her optics flickers and briefly sparks, but she ignores it-
Whoever it is- I want a refund. Didn't sign up for any of this slag.

 

[She offers awakward pats.]
I Think Someone Mustve Lost The Receipt. No Refunds.

 

Laaaaaaaaaaaaame.
Guess 'mstuck here 'till my spark gives out, then.

 

Isnt That A Thing That Doesnt Really Happen For You Big Metal Fuckers?

 

Nnnnnnnoot really no. Provided you don't get... eaten... or shot... or disappeared... -she makes an expansive gesture- ...or get cybercrosis. You jus' keep going...

 

You, uh. You okay there, champ?

 

-Canopy gives her a thumbs up with both hands and takes another long drink from the bottle-

 

You wanna... talk?

 

A dark wolf with white paws and neon-blue eyes appears, sitting with his tail wrapped around his feet.

 

What about, exactly? -the optic that was sparking earlier makes a slight fizzing sound and goes dark. Canopy turns her head slightly to look at Lacuna out of the one that's still working-

 

About why you feel like scrap.

 

Short conversation, then. -moar drinking. despite the optic issue she doesn't appear to be getting noticeably more drunk-

 

Right. Lemme take a look at your optic?

 

Nope. It'll come back online in its own time, yeah?

 

-Lacuna looks increasingly frustrated.-

Might not.