"Armed militia members, body selling drug dealers, and little to no support." Rem was catching Trezlan up on what was going on. Rem didn't exactly know what they were going to do and so he was wondering if Trezlan had any suggestions.
"Sounds like fun times, glad I'm not there though, geneticist who sell body parts creep me out."
"Do you have any suggestions?"
"On selling body parts? No like I said its creepy." Trezlan was in the middle of his next big project. It always seemed like he had a new big project, he never just did something small, he always wanted to do something big. The current one was retooling all of the wrecks of ships into one large functional battleship. It had become apparent to him he needed one, even if it was crewed only by robots.
"No I mean on the militia and their APC."
"Oh no, well not no but my suggestions wouldn't work for you either necromancy or fire. I suggest maybe use explosives? I dunno Rem whatever you feel is best." Rem didn't respond and Trezlan just let it go, he'd grown used to people being upset with his solutions, but he was too wrapped up in making sure the robots did the job building his warship.
Trezlan did wonder briefly if the machines would rise up and try to imprison him on the ship, but figured that with proper programming they couldn't actually do that. Unfortunately Trezlan was not a good programmer, and so that's exactly what happened.
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