"I'm not crazy, what are you - oh! Oh, the talking to myself. No no, that's not what it looks like. I get that from people sometimes, thinking I'm crazy." He pointed to his head. "I've got an organic supercomputer in my head. It has a personality interface that talks back to me. Kind of like a very sarcastic GPS."
||I am way more complex than a GPS.||
"Yeah, says the computer that can't even act as a GPS right now. Hush, lemme talk to the kid."
He held out his hand in a placating fashion.
"I'm just, uh, I'm having a little trouble right now getting used to the one arm thing," he said, picking the knife off of the floor and setting it on the plate. "And Worldmind's not making it any easier, distracting me with so many questions about Santa."
He looked back at Peter, narrowing his eyes slightly. Okay, so he sounded younger, sure, but there was just something about the lilt of his voice, the way he carried himself...
"You sure you aren't one of those Slingers, or whatever they call themselves? The ones that copy Spider-Man?"
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||I am way more complex than a GPS.||
"Yeah, says the computer that can't even act as a GPS right now. Hush, lemme talk to the kid."
He held out his hand in a placating fashion.
"I'm just, uh, I'm having a little trouble right now getting used to the one arm thing," he said, picking the knife off of the floor and setting it on the plate. "And Worldmind's not making it any easier, distracting me with so many questions about Santa."
He looked back at Peter, narrowing his eyes slightly. Okay, so he sounded younger, sure, but there was just something about the lilt of his voice, the way he carried himself...
"You sure you aren't one of those Slingers, or whatever they call themselves? The ones that copy Spider-Man?"