"Easy Peazy." Conlan told the 6'9", electric blue robot who'd come to life with a jolt - the pair tucked away in the Murphys' garage. Despite Kiernan's so-called love for BBWs, Conlan had been forbidden from sneaking the over-sized-lady-droid upstairs. Something about clearance on the staircase - or maybe not wanting to expose Kellan to nightmare fuel. Poor boy was already related to Ronan/Morgan.
Conlan sat upright, in the same spot he'd slept, on the smelly couch Kiernan had banished out of the house proper. He stared in wonderment at the group project that had resulted in him having his own droid. She was a marvel of modern engineering, with a mind that rivaled most advanced artificial intelligences in the world. And all that before Sentient earned his code name on 'er.
Conlan made eye contact with the replica PZ-4CO he'd affectionately nick-named "Peazy", and allowed a piece of himself to escape and settle within the machine. He felt light-headed for a moment, reminiscent of using all the air in your lungs to inflate a balloon, or pool toy - minus the smell of vinyl.
"Oh, hello, Conlan." The robotic, but distinctly female voice asked the Irishman. "What may I assist you with?"
"Shhhh." Conlan started, finger pressed against his lips. "I thought I told Zap to erase that from yer program." She wasn't a butler after all.
"Yes. Ms. Rojas did alter my greeting protocols, but I can chose my own words." She responded.
"Riiiiight." Conlan pondered while he spoke. She had a programmable artificial intelligence, but when that combined with the small piece of his consciousness - it created something new. All of this was still new to Sentient, which was probably why he stared at Peazy the way Troy stared at lava lamps. Fulled with wonder, but slightly faded.
"Conlan?" The droid asked, head tilted on it's x-axis. "Why are you sleeping in the garage?"
The animator coughed, and feigned shock at the inquiry. "I... like it out here?" His voice nearly cracked at the end of statement turned question mid way through. But something in Peazy, bright red eyes told the Irishman mutant she hadn't bought what he'd sold. "I just feel weird sleeping upstairs, when ye're stuck down here." He admitted, cheeks rosier than an anime woman's... in one of Morgan's videos.
"Where you sleep makes no difference to me, Conlan." Peazy responded. "And nothing about this garage is unpleasant for me. However, I believe... that is sweet."
"Yeah." Conlan rose from the couch, and felt the need to change the subject. Mostly before anyone else learned about his irrational thoughts on leaving his robot alone. "Come on, we've got a day ahead of us."
"I am aware. You have seven appointments on your calendar, and twelve Facebook notifications." The droid explained, then followed closely behind Conlan.
"How many of those are invites to play Angry Birds Pop?" He asked.
"Eleven." She informed him. "All from Ms. Rojas and Kiernan."
"Of course." He rolled his eyes, but still wore a smile. "Remind me to seek vengeance later."