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Carter heard a more electronic voice in the room as he looked around for the moment
. . . .Odd. . . he was pretty sure he just heard something say "Over here, slick." though he couldn't really see anything as his eyes scanned the room he then seen a toaster. All lit up and it started speaking again "Everybody else is probably getting wasted with the gang that brought me here." it states as he just blinks and grabs the pipe out of his mouth.
"Oh, your the robot they were talking about." Carter mentions he's heard a little about him.
Nodding his head he smiled slightly.
"I'm Carter Patriot. You can just call me Carter or General." He says while his voice mumbles a bit from the pipe being stuck back into his mouth. Listening to the robotic sofware talk he nodded his head to its words. Walking over to where the toaster was placed.
"And may I know your name?" Carter questioned the intriguing little contraption.
Looking over to the reports as the AI unit started rambling on about them. Taking his pipe out of his mouth again he coughed a bit covering his mouth with the back of his right wrist.
"Mhm. Yes, their all pretty detailed reports to be so small...though we have to pick one of them to be broadcast on the radio this evening." Carter says as his eyes lift off the reports then go over to the AI unit.
"Now could you be a sport and maybe tell me where the others are with your crew?" Carter asked as he got more to his knees to be face to camera with the robot.
"It would make my life a whole lot easier." He mentions as he looks into the camera.
"Ah, blast them!" He raised his voice and shot up. Throwing his hand up in the air.
"If they want to send a force of a billion supernovas. Let EM'!" he shouted and kicked the dust up in the office.
"They don't scare me and if a supernova hits then we die almost instantly. Along with you and everyone else on this blood place." He says popping his pipe back in between his lips and standing there with his right hand shoved into his pocket as he puffed on it a little.
"They don't scare me. I worked for them for 25 years. Became a decorated general before I jumped off the wagon they say and came to the Resistance Radio." Carter smirked and looked over to the electronic companion as he then held his pipe back into his left palm as his left thumb hooked onto his pants pocket. The smoke of the pipe going in the air.