You know how some gamblers think they can manifest patterns on the slot machines at the casino?
Yeah. Jazz can actually do that without really meaning to. She's banned from all of them pretty much.
Jazz's voice sounds remarkably neutral coming through the other end.
"That depends on what you need help with Bry... are you ok? You sound kinda frazzled." - π§
Bryson wasn't close enough for semblance to kick in, so she couldn't sense how out of sorts the android was.
Still,
βSoooo, I need your help. . .β Bryson says, to a certain someone on the other end of his comm link as he's carrying his broken body back home through the air like a wrecked sports car gliding down the road.
βPromise you won't be mad, @OilAndCircuits?β He asks, trying his bestβ
Who would try to pass off fake dust as real dust in a legitimate business though? You'd get found out pretty damn quick.
The underworld already has counterfeit dust that they're fighting over, this just looks more like the real thing.
(started half zoning out as soon as she started getting too technical. just nodding along).
huh. neat.
could probably be pretty profitable if ya' played your cards right.. or useful in the right situation.
It's a little complicated! Basically you need to *Sound of cars passing by* and then you have to restructure *Dogs barking and cats screeching* finally you infuse the matrix with *Helicopters and jet planes soaring overhead* but don't add too much salt or it can come out brittle!
So the other day I figured out how to create artificial dust. It's completely powerless sadly, but it LOOKS just like the real thing!
Probably could sell it as novelty dust or something.
Oh. Wow.
*Her eyes flicker red for a moment.*
You've... got a lot of muscle mass and concealed weapons on you for a nun.
But yeah. Drone army? Not my style. Nowadays I just make giant mechs.
It's not my fault that I wanted to name them all and give them personality matrixes!
...
Ok, maybe that was my fault.
I decided to just keep it to B.I.R.D.