ReLIC noticed an impurity inside of X's railgun's mechanism, not taking it long to realise it had been 'disabled'. Alerting X to this, the armoured lizard lifted the rifle, ripping the safety switch from the otherwise perfect rifle and throwing it down, the wire with it. X looked back to the 'creature' that had attempted to disable his weapon...
"Likely. I have met a great many people, things, machines, et cetera et cetera.... But regardless of if I have met you, I don't appreciate people... Or machines, screwing with my gear."
GLaDoS smiled and shrugged.
:The wire can be easily removed when i'm absolutely sure that you weren't going to shoot me. As you may have seen,:
GLaDoS shrugged towards the body of the man that was being dragged out of the room by one of the barhands.
:I require bodies to recreate the lost nanites. and i rather dislike pain without meaning. It is simply illogical.:
GLaDoS showed her arm, lifting it daintily. A small orb of quicksilver-like nanites detatched from her hand, hovered above her hand for a moment, and then sank back into her hand. She sat back with a sigh, obviously exhausted from the exertion it required to disable a central source of gravity.
While GLaDoS talked, the safety switch rebuilt in the broken slot it had previously occupied.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
X smirked a little, "Impressive.... Slightly." He slung his rifle over his back, between the plates on his upper arm, and the chest armour-suit he wore.
:I don't know. An AI drone fell to manhattan, and compiled a new operating system from the computer network. It got into the droids, service machinery, everything. It got into the nanobots as well. After doing some upgrades, it made me. I reformed into a more suitable form for flying and came here. Well, not directly:
GLaDoS smiled slightly, and a small laugh escaped her.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
X growled a little at this question, usually people wouldn't get to the point where they could ask it, and most who did were killed for knowing -anything- substantial, though, after a moment he made a brief smile, scratching the end of his scaly snout.
