All work and no play...

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

There is an AI on the ship that goes by the name Bender Stack. It only pops up now and again, and now its function may finally be somewhat clear.

"Hey. Hey meatbag!" says a grating voice.

Bender Stack chases people away from work when they've been doing too much of it.

This is why Brainiac 5 leaves the Special Weapons Division and by the time he gets up to the Living Area (having decided to eat anyway if the irritating AI is going to heckle him out of work) he's about at his wit's end.

"--For the last time, I am not going to build you a robot prostitute! You're an AI, not a mechanoid, you couldn't interface with it anyway."

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[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Know why Brainy hasn't responded? That's because he's ignoring the both of you, you juvenile (relatively) primitive nerds, you.

He finally comments, "Are you two quite finished or do I need to spend several more minutes ignoring your inane commentary?"

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Finished? No, I still have to ask him if he likes the part where those chicks kick his ass six ways from Sunday after they escape from their cages and chains once those five minutes are up."

Allen beams smugly. "Anyway, as the only robotics expert present who has had sexual intercourse with an actual woman, I think I can safely say I am the most qualified of this triage of brains to build a robot prostitute."