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[It didn't take long for Hannibal to figure out the network on his tablet. By now he had explored part of the city, and he's ready to find a job like Graham Baker recommended him. Not having had the chance to meet Pinoko yet, he decides to take advantage of the communication system here.]

Good afternoon, my name is Hannibal Lecter, and I recently arrived to the city. I was told in the briefing about the necessity of getting a job. My abilities lie in the medical field, and he suggested I contact Ms. Pinoko to see what kind of training I would need to take to be able to start working. I can only hope she will see this message.

Additionally, once I'm cleared to work as a doctor, I will be offering you my services as a psychiatrist. If you feel therapy would help you with any problems you have, feel free to contact me. I will do what is in my hands to help you.

[He smiles briefly, nods as a farewell and then turns off the feed.]

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Well, I can see why you would be angry at them. Especially when being trapped in the same place as them. What about your people? Are there more of you here?

No. The only one here.

[HUFF.] Doesn't matter, though. I can take care of myself.

[Well, tough luck.]

It seems you're quite capable. But I would recommend you to proceed with caution if you wish to hurt anyone, there's likely to be a justice system in this place.

[He hopes to find out more about it.]

[The only kind of luck he has.]

What? These gearheads? All they can do is stuff me back in that stupid noodlebot. If it's a matter of defending my life...

[Noodlebot before dishonor.]

[It's hard for Hannibal to give therapy to a robot, especially since Deadlock isn't offering enough information to go on.]

Noddlebot? Is that some kind of prison here or in your world?

[Because Deadlock is perfectly fine, you mean.]

No. Though Autobots do that, too. Separate your spark from your body in that prison of theirs.

Here they just stuff you in a tiny stupid looking robot body, I guess till you promise to play nice.

[It worked last time that way, at least. ]

[Right... Even if he's no expert on robots, it's clear to him this one has some kind of grudge and seems a victim of some kind of bullying/ganging up.]

I must admit that not being a robot myself I can't exactly judge the severity of each punishment. Is it deadly for you to have this spark separated from your body?

No! Be better if they just killed you. It just like...you know, pulls your consciousness out of your body and locks it in a white noise vacuum.

[The idea of being stuck in his own head forever is pretty much hell to Deadlock.]

I see, that does sound like a terrible punishment indeed. I would not wish that on you.

[And that would leave just a useless piece of metal, he assumes. More similar to the kind of robot he does know.]

Yeah, well, that's just the nice kind of guys Autobots are.

[Now you know, so you can hate them too.]

[The only people he hates are the men who killed his sister when she was a child. And rude people.]

Yes, I understand why you hate them.

[For the record Deadlock's only rude to people who suck. ]

And then they're here prancing around like they're fraggin' important.

[Gripe gripe gripe.]

[And that's a very subjective definition, according to Hannibal. Not that he could actually use his standard form of punishment on a robot.]

Hmmm... I would be interested to see that. Out of curiosity, of course. As an outsider to your... species, I can't pass judgement until I've seen both sides.

Hngh.

[Fair enough. Not that Deadlock's a huge fan of fairness. But in this case, he's pretty sure he's right.]

See for yourself, then. They killed more of my kind than I ever did.

I see... [Now that is certainly an interesting piece of information. Not to mention, can robots be killed?]

Does killing your kind have to do with this spark you mentioned?

[Now this is a topic he can get into.]

Yeah, I mean that's one way. Basically just gotta find a way to break Rossum's Trinity. So, you know, brain module works, too.

[If you're into that. He can be.]

[He's not that much into mechanics, or cybernetics. Or whatever field of knowledge is required to fully understand Autobots and all.]

I still need to learn much about your people.

Eh. We're just people. Been killing each other for a few million years.

A few million years is quite a long time.

[He wonders what kind of history Deadlock's world has.]

Tell me about it. We would've won the war by now if some people in fraggin' high places weren't so squeamish.

Sometimes harsh decisions must be made to win a war. But those who are in high places end up regretting a decision more often than not, either for taking action or for not taking action.

Regret is for cowards. They don't want to risk losing, so they don't do anything. How you win a war when you never fight?

Quite impossible. [What a mediocre bunch.] Those who do not risk can never hope to win.

[See? Deadlock knew you were smart.]

Exactly. That's what I kept telling them. Hnf. They tried to kill me for it.

[How dare they. Just. How.]

[Of course he is, often he's the smartest person in the room.]

It is no wonder those other people [robots] have the upper hand.

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