Syx rattled the long series of numbers and letters off to his counterpart. His attention though was focusing on keeping the bots he had around him to stay put, waving the older ones to stay close to daddy. One kept inching away to play, so he eventually tucked his arms around it, petting its dome.
With that information, her Brainbots are already at work, the serial number passing between the group able to receive outside signals from the rest. Several minutes passing before a group of them chasing an older-generation ‘bot into the room.
“Come on you silly thing, come to daddy,” Syx cooed to the old bot, waving it into his arms. Wrapping his arms around the distressed 98 and petting its dome soothingly, “Thank you for the assistance… Megamind… that feels really weird to say out loud I hope you know.”
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