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[tasteslikecoconut]

Sooooo who's got some palladium they'd like to give me? No reason. Just need it. Preferably like. I don't know. One point six grams or so. Not greedy.

Oh, and some scrap metal. Again, no reason.

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[tasteslikecoconut]

Lots of things. Who's asking.

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[testifier]

Just a dude with similar interests.
Building shiznasty machines is kind of my thing.

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[tasteslikecoconut]

How shiznasty we talking?

[He's never repeating that word ever again.]

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[testifier]

Robots.
Top tier shiznasty metal men.
Mostly for sparring purposes, but not limited to that.
Even made a pair of dudes that can drop some sweet rhymes.

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[tasteslikecoconut]

You made rock em sock em rapping robots.

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[testifier]

In a sense.
Guy needs sparring partners of both the physical and verbal variety.

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[tasteslikecoconut]

'Sparring partners'. Right.

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[testifier]

Well if that ain't a disbelieving tone.

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[tasteslikecoconut]

Ain't it just.

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[testifier]

May I ask what's apparently so darn absurd?

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[tasteslikecoconut]

What's considered 'top tier' in your little world?

[Because his is JARVIS.]

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[testifier]

Hard to gauge considering there isn't much left when and where I'm from, in all honesty.
However I like to think I've taken on the single-handed advancement of technology pretty well.
My metal men and sick AIs are sweet as fuck.

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[tasteslikecoconut]

AI.

[A question in a very short, concise statement.]

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[testifier]

AI that know how to bring the pain and drop sweet rhymes.
And another whose primary function is to answers messages in my place.
Initially experimental, but it's pretty handy.

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[tasteslikecoconut]

You know how to code AI. Not bad.

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[testifier]

Indeed I do.
Been doing it for fuck know's how long.

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[tasteslikecoconut]

[It's a good ten minutes before Tony responds to this one. Hesitant.]

Had one back home.

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[testifier]

Really now.
I suppose it was important somehow.

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[tasteslikecoconut]

He was. A really smart english butler. Not a robot.

[And friend. And companion when he was alone and couldn't trust anyone else. Why is he saying this stuff again? To a stranger no less.]

So who are you.

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[testifier]

[there's a prominent pause before he replies.]

He sounds like a cool guy.
Name's Dirk Strider.
Yourself?

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[tasteslikecoconut]

Very cool.
Tony Stark.

[A pause.]

Nice to meet you. Through text.

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[testifier]

As in.
Iron Man.
That some sort of fanboy alias?
In any case, good to meet you too.
Though in my opinion text detracts nothing.

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[tasteslikecoconut]

[A VERY LONG PAUSE.]

You know who I am.

[The next three are very quick in succession.]

Not an alias.
I am Iron Man.
Just not here.

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[testifier]

So what you're saying is that you are Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, in the flesh and bone, straight outta print and screen.
Well ain't that something.

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[tasteslikecoconut]

In the flesh and bone and goatee.
They make movies about me now? Hope they got someone good to represent.