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    The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Prixlezub on Mon Mar 04, 2013 5:16 pm

    Time: 5:30 PM
    Date: November 7th, 2012

    The flight to the wastelands had been cut quick, thanks to the swift winds that carried both demon and fish. Though, upon reaching the edge of the great desert, the demon descended from his lofty height, landing softly on the ground to allow his passenger an easier dismount from his cloaked form. Once the fish was safely on the ground, Prixlezub turned his currently Leviathan head to him, keeping his voice low. "Even with the couple of hours we have before the inventor makes his search, we will need to be quick about finding the materials needed for our project. From here on out you will be on foot, I will follow you from a distance but I will be close by just in case anything goes wrong." The demon explained, his winking, pupiless eyes glancing over towards the wastelands before them. It would be a long run, but the prince was confident that Minion would be able to arrive at the Tech-Dome without much trouble.

    As the prince turned to look at the vast expanse of sand and rock, his serpentine form started to change. The demon's body shrank, becoming more streamlined and smooth. In place of a thick hide was a plentiful, dark plumage which ruffled and flattened experimentally. Prixlezub's smooth belly turned to great talons, and in place of the fish-like maw was a curved, powerful beak. The demon prince tested his new wings, stirring the dust and debris, before tilting his head to the sky. As the dirt settled, an eagle stood where the Leviathan once had. Just as swiftly as the demon changed forms, he took to the air again, powerful wings carrying him onto the desert air currents within a few smooth beats.

    From his advantageous position, the demon tilted his head to look around the area, before heading off towards the tech-dome. Minion would be wise to start moving as well, time was on their side for but a short while.
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Minion on Thu Mar 07, 2013 2:54 am

    Prixlezub wrote:"If he fails to learn from a second death brought on by their own stupidity, I may seek them out simply to rid them of such suffering."

    That alone gave him a lot to think about, as they moved out of the Caves. If he changed, somehow became himself again and not this Impostor, there was a chance he could come back. However, the fish was resistant. What if it was a trick, a ploy? He'd keep his distance. Even if he changed. He'd keep his distance. He hoped that it wouldn't take that much though...that he wouldn't need to be killed several times over. He sighed and decided to focus ahead, on as they left the cave exit. When they did, his eyes widened and he smiled brightly, enjoying the openness, especially the openness of the mountain side. It wasn't so enclosed, it was wide, he felt like there was real room to breath and move, something which he hadn't even been capable of for a while. How funny, a fish becoming claustrophobic.

    Minion's gaze managed to slide down to the Demon he was riding, who was now not himself at all! He gaped and looked around, taking in the sight of this new body, no doubt a clever disguise. Even more, this strange fish-snake seemed to fly upon the skies! He tightened his grip on the body, lest he fall off at any point. "Th-that's still you, right Prixlezub?" He asked with a small amount of uncertainty. He was pretty sure it was, but just in case...

    Still, the sights of Portal Breach were an even greater wonder to behold from the sky, and when they landed, he was almost sad to do so. He reminded himself though, he had a job to do. He turned to the Leviathan as it spoke and warned him, nodding to show he understood. "Understood, Mr. Prixlezub! Be quick and efficient." He even threw in a small salute before watching as the Leviathan became a smaller eagle, flying up into the air and eventually soaring towards the Tech-Dome. "This is it, Minion. Don't screw this up..." He urged his legs forward, gait still rather stiff, but beginning to lend themselves to a faster pace, as he set for the area the Eagle was flying towards. To the Tech-Dome.
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Prixlezub on Thu Mar 07, 2013 11:19 pm

    Very good, Minion understood the urgency of their errand. From the prince's high vista upon the winds, he glanced down to see a few telltale plumes of dust rise from where the new suit plodded along. Though, they did not stay for long before the winds had their way with them, covering any light tracks and disrupting the sand into small dirt devils. Prixlezub turned his gaze forwards, the Tech-Dome rising steadily in the distance. He took a glance around as he approached, ensuring that the two of them were indeed the only ones out here. The last thing the prince wanted was for the inventor to show up early for his sweep of the desert. When the horizon looked clear of any tell-tale glow of brainbots or bulbous blue heads, the demon dipped down in his flight.

    The old dome was a large complex, easily a story or two in height. Metallic panels upon the doors were nearly eroded clean of their paint, and the windows broken from years of sandstorms and vandals. The demon's gaze settled on the tall stacks that poked from the roof of the dome, void of any sign of industry. Though from the smell, the prince could tell that they were not dormant for very long. His wings spread outwards and his tail fanned, the disguised prince softly landed on the sooty rim of the stack. Eagle talons kept him sturdy as he turned to look over the desert, pupils pinpointing on a few scurrying creatures that passed near the dome, but there seemed to be no suspicious entities in the area.

    The demon's feathery form tilted his head as he looked over towards Minion's trail, watching their approach and occasionally looking around for any unannounced visitors. After all, the demon was not the only one around who could appear and disappear at whim.
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Minion on Mon Mar 11, 2013 9:32 pm

    As he hurried to the Dome, Minion glanced around within his tank, looking around to see if anyone was following or watching him, besides the new bird form of Prixlezub. He was currently invisible, so such caution was out of place, a force of habit. And a bit of fear, in case they had been followed and would have their altercation before they were ready. How long would it be before they could be ready? A few weeks perhaps? Either way, Minion was ready for it, eager to see what would happen, and yet still nervous about what would happen in the end. Perhaps some productive work would help his nerves!

    As he came upon the Tech-Dome, he had to admit that his expectations were something a bit more...clean. Advanced. In one piece. Of course, he had never really been in this area of Portal Breach before, and had barely heard of the Tech-Dome. At one time perhaps, this place had been impressive. Now, it was a wreck, a dump for people such as them to gather and gain supplies. Sparing a glance up at the eagle that had perched on the roof, Minion walked to the huge doors of the dome. If he had an organic body with limbs, perhaps opening the huge doors would be a challenge. Minion had the advantage of a robotic body. A freshly made robotic body. Time to put this baby to work.

    C-C-C-CREEEEAK!

    The hydraulics of his arms hummed as the doors swung back, opening up widely and clunking against the walls of the inside of the dome hollowly. He stepped in tentatively, before walking in completely until he came upon a large assembly line, eyes widening at the sight. The conveyor belts seemed to go on for miles, leading more evidence to the idea that once upon a time, this place was thriving. He had to squint a bit to see, there was little light in here for him to see. Wires hung from the ceiling like vines in a rain forest, Minion himself ducking to avoid a few that dangled down. The robotic arms that lined the assembly line would no doubt prove to be useful, but already he could see a few parts left over on the conveyor belts. He reached up to grab one dangling wire and pulled down sharply, snapping something in the ceiling and sending the wire to the floor. Minion rolled it up, as if it were rope, and put it over his shoulder. It could prove handy. The parts that littered the place were likewise handy, although Minion preferred to look the place over first, to see what this room had to offer, and what he could use. If he could find some type of tool, perhaps he could take one of the robotic arms off of the conveyor belt and take it apart to use its parts, along with whatever else he found here.

    Wire draped over one shoulder, the fish began to walked towards the back of the assembly room, mind going a mile a minute as he thought. Oh yes, this would be promising.
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Prixlezub on Tue Mar 12, 2013 1:45 am

    One's expectations never always met the real thing, as Minion soon learned. The demon prince kept his vigil on the tall exhaust stacks, his beaked head swiveling around to take one more look around the wastelands. Prixlezub's head tipped downwards as he heard the fish pull open the large hangar doors, quick and effortless thanks to his new body. Having assured himself that the horizon was clear of any possible interlopers for the time being, he fluttered his wings and dipped down to one of the broken windows. A few shards of old glass crunched beneath his disguise's talons as he landed, one of Minion's light sources now shadowed with the silhouette of the false eagle. The prince bowed his head and peered inside, looking about the familiar surroundings. It reminded him of his first time scavenging, looking for plates of useful metals among the debris for his first home. There seemed to be more parts and less panels from what he remembered in his first year, the place must have refreshed and updated since then, as he saw during his recent scavenging hunt.

    His eyes glanced to the snake-like cord that snapped from the ceiling, before wrapping around the fish's phantom form. Something made his form lean a little further into the broken window, one he had not noticed before... A sound. Machines. Industry. The prince had noticed the fresh soot on the exhaust stacks when he had landed. Had whatever plant that was down there decide to start up once more in his short flight to investigate the dome? Prixlezub tilted his head as he tried to pinpoint the faint sound, as it echoed softly within the ruin of outdated machinery and tech. Perhaps Minion would be able to hear it as well, given the nature of his own watery dome.

    The prince spread his wings and glided down from his perch, circling the Space fish for a second before turning and perching on an old stair rail. The eagle's beak clapped with the demon's curious observation, watching as the fish approached the back of the Tech Dome. "Minion, do you hear that?" Prixlezub addressed his associate. "It sounds like machinery. Running machinery. Perhaps we can find some better materials if we can locate the source, instead of scavenging through rust."

    The prince's head cocked as he picked up the sound again, noticing it seeming to become louder from an old door tucked away by the stairs. "There." He rumbled, shimmying down the rail on his talons before pointing his head sideways at the chained door.

    Prixlezub was bemused as to how he had not heard the faint sounds of machinery earlier, he had been here often enough to have noticed something if it were part of the dome... Perhaps this place still held a few more surprises that he was not yet aware of.
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Minion on Sat Mar 16, 2013 10:57 pm

    All thoughts stopped and the invisible body likewise paused, as the fish within the tank tilted to the side. He tail and fins fluttered about, as he furrowed his brows. Soon enough, he stopped moving his fishy body too, keeping still...and felt the vibrations that continued in the water. He concentrated, and there seemed to be a sound on the wind. Machinery operating. Construction of some kind. Was this abandoned place not so abandoned? He turned around in several directions, trying to pinpoint the sound and finding himself wandering towards the back of the building area.

    He glanced up and saw Prixlezub's disguised form move, circling in the air and finally landing on an old stair rail. So he heard it too, that was good. "I do! Do you think someone else is here?" Perhaps even a certain inventor? The demon in disguise pointed out though, that this could be a boon. Running, still working machinery would make for much better parts to salvage then some old rusty parts that might be too old to work. "You're right, and it would better serve our purpose to have fresher parts!" Especially in this eagle form, the demon was better able to deduce where the sound was coming from. He followed the eagle's gestures and walked to the chained door beside the stairs. He listened and noticed as well, the sounds were louder here.

    He grabbed one of the chains, holding it in his new robotic hands experimentally. Old, yet still resilient. He wrapped his fingers around the chain, and with the other hand, grabbed another chain and likewise, wrapped his fingers around it tightly, and then stepped backwards, pulling on the chains sharply.

    SNAP

    He did the same for the other chains on the door.

    SNAP

    CHNNNG

    The chains collapsed to the floor, no longer attached to the door. Minion smirked within the tank and stepped over them, pushing the door open, for him and his associate to see what boons laid within.
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Prixlezub on Sat Mar 16, 2013 11:51 pm

    The inventor, here? While the eagle guise was indeed a different shape then Prixlezub's usual form, his senses were still quite keen. Not a scent of the blue alien had passed the demon's now beaked nose, and if a trap was laid for them, it surely would have sprung the moment Minion had made his way to the back. A pursuer that desperate to regain his fish would have not the patience for subtlety, but effectiveness. The demon prince watched as Minion came near, shimmying up the rail to perch right side up again, his head shaking slightly from side to side.

    "I have not smelled any recent visitors, the scents that linger here are from months past." Prixlezub deduced. "Whatever lies behind that door has been here long before our arrival, and has never left from that chamber."

    Could there possibly be some lone hermit, tinkering away endlessly on his creations? Or was there perhaps some half robotic entity that ran the whole facility, running on power reserves linked directly to the generators that hummed quietly in the depths of the basement... The only way to settle such questions, well deserved or otherwise, was to open that door. Prixlezub watched as his associate tested the chains, aged but sturdy in his grasp. Out of curiosity, the demon edged a little close on the rail, his talons clacking on the rusted steel. Though, with a sharp tug, they snapped and fell quite easily, allowing both fish and demon access to the room beyond.

    But as the door opened... There was no room, but a long hall. The lights that hung above looked to be in much better shape than the rest of the facility, though their usually fluorescent white glow was yellowed with age and continuously use. but farther down the hall, it seemed a row of lights had gone out, leaving the rest of the way dark and unreadable from their distance. Prixlezub's wings spread as he took flight, arcing over Minion and gliding down the hall.

    "I will see what is at the other end, and ensure we are indeed the only ones here." The demon stated back to the fish.

    He took a look around the hall as he flew, taking note of the drab grey walls and white, rubbery flooring. Not a stain of rust managed to pry back here, and even the ceiling seemed to be rather dry and free of damage. As he disappeared into the darkness, not a feather of his form could be seen, but a slight glow of yellow from his eyes reflected off the door ahead. As he landed on the door handle, the noise of machinery was certainly much louder than before, to point where it seemed reasonable t think that the mysterious noise was just beyond this very door. He tilted his head to look down at the handle he sat on, the sort that needed to be pulled. Between the handles was yet another set of chains, locked with some sort of rotating dial. He had seen some of these before on other travels in the breach, and while their puzzles were moderately entertaining it was more efficient to simply break the looping band of metal on the top.

    He leaned his head down, closing his beak around the small lock. There was the low pitched whine of protesting metal, before finally... SNAP! The lock fell from the chains, which clattered to the floor soon after. His head swiveled some more as he waited to see if there would be any unforeseen retaliation. The only sound he was met with was the whirring and groaning of mechanical parts, and the scent of oil and ores that drifted from beneath the cracks in the doorway.

    "Come. The way is clear. And from the scent, we are the first to find this chamber." Prixlezub rumbled confidently.
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Minion on Fri Mar 22, 2013 9:20 pm

    Minion looked at the eagle's shaking head and considered the other's words. Even, or perhaps especially in eagle form, he did not doubt the capabilities of Prixlezub's sense of smell. "No recent visitors...I wonder what caused this place to become like this. Why it was abandoned." Questions with no immediate answer, unlike the question of what was behind this door. That could be answered quite easily. Though, if it had never left and was still in there making a noise, Minion was willing to bet that whatever it was was mechanical in nature, perhaps like the robot arm in the assembly.

    The door opened easily for the two, but rather curiously, they met not a room, but a hall. At the beginning of the hall, the lights burned brighter the in the main area, although the further down it was, the more burnt out the fluorescent lighting became. He gave the dark part of the hallway a wary, distrustful look. What if whatever lay beyond there deemed them to be intruders and attacked? They could both certainly take it on, especially together, but such a fight may draw unwanted attention to them, and the Tech-Dome. The eagle form of the demon flew down the hall briskly, stating his intent to survey the area ahead.

    "Alright! I'll stay here. I...guess." Not really much of a choice otherwise. As he waited, his fingers whirred softly as they seemed to twitch around. Not from impatience or boredom, but rather anxiety. The ever present idea of the impostor just bursting the doors down and snatching him up to take him to the lair again nagged at his mind. With the words 'Sorry' and 'I can change', he would be swept back up into exactly what he was trying to get away from. His fins moved outward and seemed to wave about in the water, snapping out of his anxious state at the loud SNAP of something at the end of the hall, and the sound of metal. Not unlike when he broke the chains just a few moments ago.

    "Coming!" Wow, they were the first ones to be here, huh? That was pretty exciting! They were like explorers, or adventurers! Brave men like in the books, who explored new lands and found treasures. Discoverers. The fish grinned brightly as he strolled down the hall, robotic gait steadily becoming more relaxed and less stiff, the more that he used them. The closer he came to the end of the hallway, the louder the noise became, and as his eyes got used to the darkness, he was able to see the eagle, and the door. As well as the several locks laying on the floor. "Seeing how only one of us has hands right now, I'll take care of this!"

    He waited for his associate to move from his spot on the handle before reaching forward, jerking the handle down with a sharp turn, and gently pushing the door forward. Hopefully this would be the last door they'd need to get through to find what they were looking for!
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Prixlezub on Sat Mar 23, 2013 3:24 am

    The prince had pondered over such a question, the reason why this factory was left in such shambles. Having been around here long enough himself and having never seen the owner, Prixlezub gave a thoughtful rumble before sharing his theory. "Either the owner is still here but has since moved on from this locale, or perhaps this has been around longer than even the oldest of us here." After all, even when the demon was still new to this world, he had heard of the Tech Dome from older members as a source of parts and metals. "Perhaps Portal X himself placed it as an initial salvage area until others got on their feet. For the weaker ones who were not as attuned to mining and smelting their own parts for their devices." He finished, looking over to Minion as he approached down the corridor.

    Upon hearing that the fish wished to open the doors once again, the demon fluttered away to watch, his glowing eyes fixed on what lay behind the door. There was a soft creak as the factory door opened, swinging back to reveal... Darkness.

    The entire work floor was dark, not a window or overhead light to be seen. However, the place was not completely without light, as twinkling between the tirelessly laboring arms were a multitude of winking red lights. Optics on the assembly line arms no doubt. They did not look up even with the clatter of eagle talons on the platform railing, the demon landing once more and cocking his head at the strange sight. While the demon had been familiar with the mess of arms and ruin that was the Tech Dome, this part of it was entirely new to his senses. The air smelled thick with ozone and oil, their inferior ores rolling into his nostrils. The demon prince looked back to Minion, eyes glowing a dull gold in the pitch black room. "There are plenty of machinations here, but I do not sense anything or anyone organic within these walls. If there is an owner of this place, they more than likely have to be mechanical themselves. Perhaps a sort of master machine that keeps these ones operating..."

    FWWOOOMSH!

    The demon's gaze quickly snapped to a bright flare of reds and yellows, a metallic maw opening on the far side of the factory. It briefly illuminated a pile of freshly built robots, their panels shimmering in the intense firelight, before they were swallowed by it. Thousands upon thousands of metallic bodies were unceremoniously tossed to the fire, before the dull teeth of the furnace closed, satiated for the moment. And on the other, the demon turned to look at another glow in the darkness. Though, this was not of any furnace or robot, but of fresh ores. Wide sheets of freshly smelted panels slowly rolled from the dark depths of what the prince could only figure to be the pouring and molding area, awaiting the never blinking eyes of the manufacturing lines. Prixlezub tilted his head at the odd sight, placing the factors together. "This whole plant... It recycles its own products simply to make more of the same thing." The demon remarked thoughtfully. "Such a perplexing function for a large place of manufacturing."

    The eagle's feathers began to glow as the prince shifted his form once more, plumage taking on fiery hues instead of the dull browns from earlier. Within a few breaths, the eagle had turned to a phoenix, casting a fiery glow around the factory. The demon's fiery gaze turned to Minion once more, tilting his head towards the assembly lines.

    "It appears that whoever is making these automatons has no real use for them, I'm sure if they were here they would not mind if we take a few parts for our own devices. After all, they are being made to burn otherwise." He stated evenly, taking wing once more to illuminate the path before his fishy associate. "Let us take advantage of such opportunity while time is still in our favor."
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Minion on Mon Mar 25, 2013 11:07 pm

    Minion thought over the disguised demon's answers, considering them. If the Tech-Dome had an owner who had moved on, then surely they would have heard from the owner by now and heard of the Tech-Dome. Especially since the Impostor of Megamind frequented the Sanctuary frequently, he would have wanted to come out to the Tech-Dome to at least look it over if he had heard about it, right? Then again, the impostor was not as ambitious as his Megamind had been...which left the other answer to be the one most correct, in his eyes. "That could be it. It would explain why no one else knew of this place, if Portal X had just created it one day." He hadn't seen Portal X in such a long time! He wondered how the Man was...

    The door opened, much softer in noise from the previous doors that had been opened by the fish, and yet looking into the room there was...darkness. And yet there was the sound still. Something mechanical was moving, and if Minion focused in the direction of the noise, he could see tons of red lights blinking in the darkness. The fish was caught by surprise, and yet entranced. He swam closer to the edge of his tank, tilting to the side to see. Were those robots? It definitely smelled like robots during labor...and yet no matter the slight noises they made, nor their sudden appearance, it seemed these robots would be undeterred. He turned to the demon and nodded in agreement.

    "They are most likely automated. The previous owner either forgot to turn them off, or didn't care. Which would be a waste, if you ask me...I'd hate to see the electricity bill for this place." An assembly line of robot workers working around the clock? That wouldn't be cheap. Course, Portal Breach didn't require bill payments for electricity. At least, not to his knowledge. A sudden, loud, thundering noise drew their attention, and they turned to see what might be a furnace. Robots were swallowed into it, freshly built robots that didn't seem old at all! And at the other end...fresh metals to be used for making new robots. An infinite assembly line! The fish frowned at the sight of it.

    "Not just perplexing, its stupid and wasteful! Why make something if you're just going to use it to make more of the same thing that you aren't using other than to make a thing you aren't using?!" This place must have been built by a Madman! His attention was drawn back to the demon's bird-form as his feathers began to glow. Minion backed away a few steps, assuming him to be changing to his normal form and wanting to give him room, only for the demon to become another birds entirely. Flamed plumage, large, brilliant. "A phoenix?" Fitting for the demon that seemed to rise from the ashes and sprint forward, anew.

    The fiery plumage served a dual purpose of providing some lighting too. "I like the way you think, Mr. Prixlezub! After all, it'd be a shame to let such good, working robots go to waste! In a way, you could say we're saving them!" He followed the Phoenix and walked to the assembly line, giving one of the robotic arms a pat. "What do you say, want to help a fish and a demon in their humble quest? Or would you rather stay here forever and do a meaningless job?" He paused for a few moments, tilting as if listening for an answer, before turning to the demon with a toothy grin. "The robots seem to have no complaints~!" If you happened to look at it a certain way, the assembly line robots and the robots that had been made were kindred spirits of a kind, to the fish.
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Prixlezub on Tue Mar 26, 2013 1:59 am

    Indeed, the electricity bill for this place would have been absolutely atrocious, if the gamma ad any real electricity bills that the prince or fish could notice. After all, no one was ever seen being hauled off by the police for unpaid bills to the gamma. Given the way this place never ceased in producing the robots that were just as quickly destroyed, the Tech Dome was probably a massive energy sink from whatever generators were there. The demon prince's gaze swept over the assembly lines once more, watching the perpetual destruction and creation unfolding before him and the space fish. The demon could not help but make an amused rumble at Minion's outcry against the ridiculous nature of the plant.

    "Stupid and wasteful, perhaps. But if not for the perpetual nature of this line, there would be nothing fresh for salvage, would there? Not to mention, the lines make for a much easier search than to dig through the already built machines." Prixlezub rumbled evenly, hover over a busily working assembly line. Laser-eyed arms busily cut out panels and tiny parts for joints and armatures, the scrap being tossed on an assembly line that led to an alternate furnace. "This one seems to make the smaller parts for the construct's more tunes functions. Perhaps for the limbs and joints."

    The demon made a short flight about the factory floor, looking over the different lines before finding a perch on a low hanging support beam. The glow that radiated from his body flashed slightly as the demon fluffed his fiery plumage, watching the space fish from on high. He tilted his head in a bird-like fashion at his associate's pat of the mechanical arms, the fish addressing both it and the arm's meaningless task that it tirelessly worked at. Upon hearing that the robots apparently gave no complaints, the demon gave an amused chuckle. "How polite of them. Though if there is a higher manager lurking around, I'll keep my eye out for them while you salvage, Minion."

    Though, as far as the prince could see, the fish was the only life energy reading in the entire factory level. Not even a lizard was able to find a crack big enough to scuttle in, he observed. It made the demon ponder as he looked over the constant motion and churn of machinery, what exactly was the point of this place before it was left to a perpetual state of manufacturing? And more importantly, how were the machines in this place running for so long without a trace of maintenance. Under the scent of machinery, the demon could not even pick up a slight trace of any mechanic, human or any other species here. A mystery for the ages if the demon had ever seen one, and maybe one that he did not exactly wish to find the answer to, or at least not yet. However, the prince could not help but cast a wary eye to the other robotic arms. They certainly had the means to manufacture parts, perhaps they...

    FWWOOOOMSH!

    The furnace roared with a new meal of fresh robotics, shaking the demon prince from his thoughts. But his eyes did not leave the winking red lights in the dark, a thoughtful hum escaping his throat. "Minion, I suggest you be careful where you place your hands when patting the machinery." He remarked cautiously, leaning his body forward as he turned to look at the space fish below.
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Minion on Thu Mar 28, 2013 11:24 pm

    Oh indeed, if Gamma X had electricity bills, Minion was sure that the lair would have some incredibly expensive ones, seeing how it was underwater. In fact, to Minion's knowledge, there weren't many bills in general here in PB! A very fortunate thing, needing to pay bills with money they didn't have or want to give up was part of the reason why Minion and Megamind would find most abandoned places as their lairs. Experiments and inventing was a great toll on electricity.

    Minion considered the demon's words and nodded, conceding to what he'd said. It was true, if not for this dome's stupidity, they would be out of luck in fresh parts. Fresh, definitely still operational, parts. "One person's mistake is another person's boon!" With Prixlezub soaring above and investigating, Minion kept to the ground and walked down the rows, investigating what each robot arm did, as each one had a specific duty to do going farther and farther down the line. "Limbs and joints? Could be useful..." He inspected the arms with an agreeable air.

    Minion's mouth turned up in a grin at the demon's chuckling, feeling proud to have amused him with that. "Indeed!~ I think these may be the most polite robotics I have ever met!" So polite that they didn't move in any way besides the way they were created to, nor did they speak. He sent the demon a nod and got cracking, fingers working diligently to unscrew the robotic arm he had patted from the table. After a few moments, Minion instead grabbed the base of the assembly line table and made pulled sharply, intending to release the robotic arm from its stationary position. However, the loud noise of the furnace and the demon's warning kept him from doing so, instead giving the phoenix a sheepish look.

    "Right...might be secured by something. Or could trip off an alarm." He would come back to that pesky arm. Instead, the fish made an impromptu 'basket' by holding his arm close to his chest and stretching his fingers out to catch. He walked down the assembly line and plucked several of the parts off of the assembly line, carrying them eagerly. He then walked over to Prixlezub's current position and showed him his finds. "How is this so far?"
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Prixlezub on Fri Mar 29, 2013 1:00 am

    Indeed, this mistake was certainly a great boon to the two of them, and possibly one that would keep giving if no one decided to take advantage of the perpetual assembly line. The demon kept his gaze fixed on the assmbly lines as his associate searched through them, keeping an eye out for anything that seemed useful to the space fish. Though, he could not help but tilt his head at Minion's attempt to unscrew the robotic arm from it's mounted position. Could the suit handle such a weight? To the demon the assembly robotics weighed nothing more than a mere toothpick, but in reality the sheer amount of metals put into them probably put their weight on par with a small car. It seemed the fish heard his warning and after being interrupted by the furnace. The arm was left alone and the demon turned his attention back to the assembly lines.

    Though, the demon noticed something from the corner of his eye, making the demon quickly look back at the assembly arm that Minion just left. Strange, he had sworn that the optic on that arm looked away from its task... But there it was, still working diligently on building robot parts, red optic fixed on its work. The feathered creature gave the arm a short squint before moving on to follow Minion's path, noting his choice in parts. The floating pile of parts and a curled wire tilted up towards him, wishing the prince to inspect his find. "Hm... I suggest you find some sturdy armatures, and maybe a panel of fresh metal from that furnace once it is cooled in case you want to make a custom part." The demon could supply the fire for welding or his blade for cutting the metal into clean, smaller sheets. "Otherwise I believe your choices are spot on with what you wish to do with them."

    While the demon was talking to Minion, he failed to notice a movement in the machines behind the fish. On the assembly lines that his associate had salvaged from, a few of the winking optics turned away from their duties, looking over the one who so brashly thieved from their hard work. Just as quickly, the optics returned to their work, new parts put before them to assemble and weld. Though, the noise from the factory echoed from the hard walls, and something faint was drowned out in the raucous sound of innovation. To the two, it was nothing more than a whirring of components within the assembly arms as they went about their business.

    Perhaps it was just a glitch in old programming, the machines showing age and wear from constant use...
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Minion on Mon Apr 01, 2013 7:20 pm

    Minion had not noticed the robotic arm's optic glancing away from its work. Minion was by no means unfamiliar with the idea of a robot with an AI, thoughts and feelings, for lack of a better word. Brainbots aside, in Portal Breach alone there was Shift, Lawrence, Dr. Salli, and Proxy. These arms though, they were so much more primitive! Surely they just had simple, limited AIs. Enough to build a robotic body over and over and over, and that was it. And so as Minion collected the scrap machinery, he did not notice the dirty glances from the robotic arms. It wasn't like they would notice a few parts missing, after all, the parts would have otherwise just gotten smelted and remade into new metal. Better to be put to a better purpose then left in an infinite loop of uselessness!

    ...Right?

    Mechanical odds and ends were shown to the demon disguised as a phoenix, and Minion waited eagerly to see what he would say. Prixlezub gave him a few suggestions, specifically armatures as sturdy as a tree, and a fresh panel from the silly furnace, which would be useful for customized parts he might need. "Good call, Mr. Prixlezub!" They needed all they could get. After all, he'd rather have too many parts than not enough. Its not like they were going to be much use here. "I almost wish we thought to bring a bag or something." He shrugged, moving the items in his arms around so that they fit more snugly, and would not move when he moved about. With a brief salute to Prixlezub, Minion was off, wire from earlier still trailing behind.

    He went from assembly line to assembly line, skittering here and scurrying there. He picked and sorted, before finally picking out several frame supports that were light enough to be carried, yet still quite sturdy and firm. The behavior of the robotic arms was still unnoticed, as was the noise that seemed to mesh with the already noisy environment. Minion looked around before he began to walk to the other wise of the factory floor, where fresh panels just waited to be swept up by himself and Prixlezub.
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    Re: The Sounds of Progress

    Post by Prixlezub on Mon Apr 01, 2013 9:41 pm

    A bag? the demon pondered Minion's suggestion for a small moment. The rest of the tech dome had plenty of supplies, perhaps there was a tarp where they could place the parts for easier carrying. Until then, the demon came up with a suitable method to handle all the parts Minion had trouble carrying. "If you have trouble carrying the parts, perhaps it would be helpful to your search to place the parts you have found so far next to the door. Once you are done gathering the necessary parts for your project, I will aid you in carrying them out and finding a container to place them all in." The demon prince suggested, indicating to the platform that spread out from the door they entered from.

    The demon prince observed as Minion continued through the assembly lines, picking out various armatures and parts that were essential to what the fish required them for. Though, there was something that the demon caught as he looked over the space fish. The arms... They were indeed moving, their glowing eyes tilting towards Minion as he left with his boon of fresh parts. The demon's eyes narrowed at the assembly arms as they returned to their job soon after. So what he saw earlier was not just a trick of the light, the robots in this chamber did indeed show interest in their visitor. For now, the demon did not see anything that would require his interception between his associate and the strange machines. Though, to not make him aware was simply neglectful. "Minion, it seems that the arms here are interested in what you are taking from their lines after all. Look behind you." He observed, unfurling his wings and gliding down to the fish.

    The demon perched on another support with a small clatter of talons against metal. He gave a wary glance at the arms that had turned to look at Minion, already considering a possibility that maybe the arms were what kept this place running, if they had enough awareness to follow the space fish after he had swiped their assembled parts. After watching the arms for a few minutes, the demon turned his gaze back to the panels that were being slowly carried from the furnace, glowing reds and oranges as they cooled in the dry air. "I will aid you with the panels, my form may be small, but I still retain my strength as I am when undisguised." The demon offered over the din of machinery at work.

    farther down the assembly line that Minion scavenged from, it seemed that a single eye did not agree with the duo's philosophy. It blended with the rest of the busied robots, the unblinking optic quietly observing, constricting and dilating to get a better look at the two who so dared to steal from them. The bird was something that the machine had not encountered before, but its interest in it was abandoned. The eye's real focus was on the floating array of parts and metals that were plucked from its brethren, a low whir emanating from it's inner workings as it watched the floating pile move between the assembly lines. Finally it looked to be moving towards the furnace... But the parts were not thrown in, a puzzlement to its simple but dutiful AI. The eye returned to its work once more, a soundless static crackling between the many machines.

    What was down here, and why was it stealing their creations?

    A few more eyes glanced between their work and the mystery guests, though scattered quite far and few between. They all were curious now, even if it was not readily shown to the duo...

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