robokaito:

“Investigation reveals tampering with memory logs is present. I do not know who repaired me. They do not allow me to keep this information. I cannot conclude why. Because I cannot access who maintains me I cannot ask the Repairman why I cannot remember them.”

Robo sat down. He was trying to interact with humans on a less artificial level. Sitting down lessened tension, he had read.

Kaito remained standing, though his shoulder did relax when the robot sat down. It’s harder to suddenly act while sitting down, which made it even more clear the other didn’t plan on doing anything to him. For now, at least.

The information about not being allowed to remember who fixed the robot worried him more. For all he knew, they just didn’t want the other to randomly come to them, but it didn’t make sense…

“Why would someone fix you and not let you know who they were? They couldn’t have known what you did before, because if they could access you memory to see that, I should already have more trouble… What reason could they have to keep their identity hidden…“

…It made him uneasy. Somehow, even more than the fact that the robot that had tried to kill him before was back, the one who brought him back made him wary.

Because for the life of him, he couldn’t think of a positive or innocent explanation as to why they’d tamper with Robo’s memory like that…

robokaito:

“Acknowledged. … But then. I am not human? No. Incorrect. I am human.” Faulty logic. Robo is still broken. “Information is conflicting. Humans cannot repair at this speed. Yet I did. But I am human.”

Kaito’s question let Robo pull away his processing power from the dilemma and to a more pressing matter: the identity of his repairer. “Unknown. That information is locked down.” The android crouched down again so they could be eye-to-eye. Or, optic. Speaking of, at least Robo’s gaze wasn’t as terrifyingly cold as it had been in the past.

To his credit, the magician didn’t back up this time. Still not completely comfortable having the other close in the slightest, but not having him looming overhead did help. Somewhat. The robot not acting quite like it had the last time they met made it easier, too.

“Locked down? As in… You don’t know, or it’s literally not something you can access?“

He’s not even going to go into the whole robot-human debate. That was the biggest problem leading to what happened last time… If the other wants to think he’s human, fine. Just so long as it’s not replacing him and killing people.

robokaito:

“I was repaired. It was not easy, said the one to fix me, but I was repaired. This should not be a surprise. Humans repair all the time. Themselves, and other things. Like robots.”

Steps forward, only to pitch onto his ‘face’. Balance is silly. Robo pushes himself back up with only a scratch on his face, which immediately begins to ‘heal’ over.

Kaito watched the other, still wary. Preeeetty sure that, regardless of it being possible, someone coming along and rebuilding a machine that had taken so much trouble to stop the first time would never not be a surprise.

The robot falling onto his face hadn’t exactly been expected either, if the wince Kaito made indicated anything. And the staring at the scratch like he hadn’t received countless others before.

“…Humans can only ‘repair’ themselves to a relatively small degree, and none of us would be able to survive anything like what happened to you. You shouldn’t have survived what happened to you. And your face didn’t even come close to ‘repairing’ itself so quickly last time… …Just who ‘fixed’ you?”

robokaito:

“I can attempt this. Whether or not I would succeed remains unknown. You are younger than my memory banks recall. How is that possible?” Robo knelt down to get a better look. Hello.

That was definitely a casual step he took back. Not a nervous one. At all. Ignore the fact he might look paler too, but seems he really doesn’t want the other getting close at all. It might not entirely help, considering what he’d seen the other was capable of before it exploded… But he needed at least a little reassurance.

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“How, I can’t really say. But if you can come back after all of that, I really don’t think anything should be a surprise anymore…”

And please don’t attempt that. If it’s all the same.