IV: do they make robots what are crazy? [What happens when a tech savvy ghost tries to possess an antique automaton running a custom OS that hasn't been modified since the 80s? Short answer: nothing good.
The Spine has no warning. He's in full control, and then he isn't. Everything stops, the tall automaton going offline mid-shoo, his arm comically frozen halfway through flapping his fedora at a ghost. A moment passes in which absolutely nothing happens.
And then his photo-receptors brighten from their dull standby glow and he lumbers forward, jerking and twitching like a man possessed. Which is fitting, considering that he is. The ghost seems to be having a hard time steering the heavy robot, throwing him forward rather than walking, making him stumble like a drunk down the street. It doesn't have the hang of his voicebox, either, emitting static and half-formed syllables instead of the chilling chant--murderersmurderersmurderers--that it means to. Steam billows into the cool air.
The ghost pitches him down a side-street and forces out a frustrated yell. This machine is all cogs and gears, copper tubing and rubber hoses and wires. What good is it? What good is it? It lunges clumsily for the nearest warm body, silver fingers grasping like claws.]
ooc note: rabbit will be popping into threads to minimize damage! i don't intend for the spine to actually seriously hurt anyone, but if you'd like it to happen PM me and we can work something out
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[What happens when a tech savvy ghost tries to possess an antique automaton running a custom OS that hasn't been modified since the 80s? Short answer: nothing good.
The Spine has no warning. He's in full control, and then he isn't. Everything stops, the tall automaton going offline mid-shoo, his arm comically frozen halfway through flapping his fedora at a ghost. A moment passes in which absolutely nothing happens.
And then his photo-receptors brighten from their dull standby glow and he lumbers forward, jerking and twitching like a man possessed. Which is fitting, considering that he is. The ghost seems to be having a hard time steering the heavy robot, throwing him forward rather than walking, making him stumble like a drunk down the street. It doesn't have the hang of his voicebox, either, emitting static and half-formed syllables instead of the chilling chant--murderersmurderersmurderers--that it means to. Steam billows into the cool air.
The ghost pitches him down a side-street and forces out a frustrated yell. This machine is all cogs and gears, copper tubing and rubber hoses and wires. What good is it? What good is it? It lunges clumsily for the nearest warm body, silver fingers grasping like claws.]
ooc note: rabbit will be popping into threads to minimize damage! i don't intend for the spine to actually seriously hurt anyone, but if you'd like it to happen PM me and we can work something out