An online comic about Ace. A young geek that's too nice for his own good. All he wants is a regular life and a regular girlfriend. But he knows that isn't going to happen. – CGI – Adult situations. Artistic nudity. Not suitable for children or Fundies.
Regina: Don't blame me for that! I never installed weapons.
Grand Leader: No one has. That came from a fusion thruster; probably an actuator laser. I was not aware that could even be done. Pretender, is there a chance the module control system is aware?
Regina: A milli-cycle ago, I'd have said none at all, but if it is, it wouldn't be one of my “children.” It's far too old.
GL: Diligent One, what is your status?
Rusty: Fu- Fu- Function. I function. Basic functions are intact. Preliminary diagnostics indicate approximately 5% reduction in processing ability and as much as 2% of long term memory has been corrupted. Central torso vaporized. Hip and legs may be salvageable if they and I can be recovered. Fortunately, a replacement torso is available.
Regina: Don't even think about using mine! It's … probably not compatible.
Rusty: I concur. Incompatibility is likely. That would also be tacky.
GL: Can you use your remaining coils to fly back?
Rusty: Negative. I am too far from the hull to draw upon sufficient broadcast power with my remaining power taps. You must proceed without me.
Regina: This isn't going to work, then. I have a Masters' ID chip in my cranium, which may be why only Unit Rusty was fired upon. I know it's sensors are shot, but if we get closer, General, it may be possible for it to differentiate between us.
GL There is the forward right-side blind spot.
Regina: Yes, but it's too tight for you to use.
Regina: Oh! No!