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[electricevolution]

This kid has it rough. HAD it rough. From what he's gathered so far he's a virtual AI, who probably didn't exist in a state outside a virtual world, outside the purpose of being a virtual helper.

Is that better or worse then the fate of a robot master?

He decides the two are not comparable except for the fact that they both, inherently, kind of sucky situations. But his own situation and outlook have improved a lot here. He's not sure how or if those improvements could ever really translate to his situation back home... but that's a bridge for another day. Right now he wants this kid to feel like a kid. He should be able to freely explore this new dimension, both in the whole new world aspect and the literally he's in an actual 3D plane of existence, freely and to his core's content.

"You... wanna talk? We can put off the makover game for a little, why don't you sit down," he gestures to the little living area of the room. There are a few chairs around the little table Elec had been at, a squishy red couch and assortment of bean bag chairs.

[hub_network]

Hub nodded wordless relief and smiled a wobbly but very real smile at Elec. He didn't know what he wanted or needed, but... being able to have company soothed a bit of his jangling nerves.

He moved to the furniture and paused, blinking in puzzlement at the bean bag chairs --what exactly were they, decorations?-- before moving past them to sit on the couch. He made a startled little noise when he sank into the cushions. The sensations were-

He twisted his head to look at Elec with wide optics, not even knowing how to verbalize this feeling. That soft things were... they were nice. He looked back at the couch again, lightly dragging his fingers across the fabric with an expression that warred between pained and awed.

He didn't know why his optics itched and burned, and he blinked rapidly before looking up at Elec again. "You said Rock is your brother?" His voice came out tighter and more strained than he wanted it to, and he tried to soften it with an attempt a smile, but...

"What- what is it like, getting to have that? That he knows. You both know." He looked down at his hands, and was distantly surprised again to see them without his gloves hiding his artificial skin. "I always wondered..."