Hannibal's house (where Jono just stays sometimes), Saturday night

[sharp_as_knives]

After a lovely dinner and a conversation that involved a lot of boggling on Jono's behalf and bemusement on Hannibal's, Hannibal had thrown up his metaphoric hands and made some very good popcorn.

They were now downstairs in the media room, ensconced comfortably on the sofa and trying to keep the cats out of said popcorn.

"I fail to see why it's so scandalous," Hannibal said, shaking his head. "It isn't as though I don't know what it is; I'm hardly blind to popular culture. It simply isn't something I've felt the need to watch."



[For the one mentioned! But texts or calls or whatever, why not?]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"Or making your own," Hannibal pointed out. He wondered what some of those aliens might taste like.

"This seems an unpleasant place to live." And not just for the food.

Nobody liked Tatooine.

[furnaceface]

//Fortunately, we don't spend much of the trilogy here,// Jono offered. //And I really don't think it was meant to come off as the sort of place people move to because they have any sort of say in the matter. I wouldn't want to go there to retire.//

Sand in everything.

Joni might like it. Biggest litterbox ever.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded. "Nor would I. Which does rather seem to be the point, yes."

He watched a few more minutes.

"If they can make machines that speak a standard language, why don't they all?"

[furnaceface]

... Good question, Hannibal.

//Maybe they don't want their navigational droids talking back at them. Anyway, the shiny one is meant to be a walking translator. The little rubbish bin serves a different function and probably needs that memory room for something... else?//

That was how computers worked, right?

[sharp_as_knives]

It...was, to an extent. "Aren't there more efficient designs he could have?"

Hannibal Lecter, android designer.

[furnaceface]

Yeah, even Jono needed a moment to cast an amused look at Hannibal for that.

//Such as?//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shrugged. "Something with fingers and that can speak. More like a person and less like a toddler."

[furnaceface]

//I think it just jacks directly into the-- look, you'll just have to see how they use the thing,// Jono replied, scratching the back of his head. //It doesn't have more than it needs to get its job done. And this did supposedly happen a long time ago. Honestly, between you and me? Once you start giving things fingers and the ability to communicate, you're usually asking for trouble.//

Jono came from a reality with a long history of really shitty AI.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Like people?" Hannibal asked, amused.

[furnaceface]

//Yes, but people with replaceable parts,// Jono replied. //And sometimes an underdeveloped sense for the value of human life. And surprisingly frequently some sort of buggered-up notion that the best way to restore order to everything is to kill everybody.//

Jono had strong feelings, here.

//... I mean, most of them aren't like that. Of course they aren't. But the few who go rogue are terrifying.// Ultron. //And I have a fair amount of experience with the sort that were built specifically to exterminate people like me. I would be perfectly fine with a fingerless toddler-bin.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"I can see how that would be a disincentive, yes," Hannibal agreed. "Also, the short one seems a good bit less annoying than the more human one."

He moved Joni to the other side of Jono - again, then stretched out next to him. "You'll have to tell me more about your experiences some time."

[furnaceface]

//I'll have to, sometime,// Jono agreed. //But right now we're watching Space Battles and these droids are having a terrible day.//

This was generally the way of it for at least the shiny one, mind.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shrugged. "They didn't get blown up." They were probably having a better day than anyone else on their ship.

[furnaceface]

... True enough. But they were still on Meta!Tatooine.

//I suppose in a film like this, any day you don't get blown up is a good day...//

It really was.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Whereas ideally, a good day would involve significantly more actual good." Hannibal grinned at Jono and ate a bit of popcorn.

And gave Beethoven an eye when he reached up as if to bat at it.

[furnaceface]

//You would think so,// Jono agreed. //Of course, this series has 'Battles' right in the name, so obviously there's a bit of strife at play.//

obviously.

//Still, it isn't all doom and gloom. Just if you're that shiny one there. Or the whiny lad with the terrible hair.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. "I wouldn't say his hair is terrible, merely dated. Though I will concede the whiny. How old is he meant to be?"

[furnaceface]

//... Nineteen or twenty, I think. I'm not so invested in this series that I've read every bit of extended canon for it, but that sounds about right to me, at any rate.//

Jono shrugged his shoulders.

//And I'm not too proud to say that some of the hairstyles I've had were horrid in retrospect. 'What were people thinking,' and all that. I was a teenager in the nineties, you know.//

Along with everything that entailed.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I look forward to seeing those pictures." Hannibal smirked.

[furnaceface]

//...There might have been a rock-and-roll mullet.//

...

//Which was not my proudest moment, no.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"What makes a mullet particularly rock-and-roll?" Hannibal asked.

[furnaceface]

//In theory, the amount of sex and drugs that might be involved at the time,// Jono replied. //In actuality...? Delusions of grandeur and the number of glamour shots that were taken with that mullet while posing with a guitar next to a microphone.//

A beat.

//Plus I still had all my teeth at the time, so I clearly wasn't wearing a hockey mullet.//

Important distinction.

[sharp_as_knives]

So if he got one again, it would be a hockey mullet?

"Ah, this was before your crimefighting stint, then." Hannibal grinned. "I wondered if it had gone with the kilt."

[furnaceface]

'Which one?' was a reply that Jono nearly gave, but managed to stop himself from.

He kept finding himself in kilts. Which made little sense, considering the whole 'born and raised in Leyton, London' thing.

//Not long before, but before,// Jono confirmed. //And we don't talk about the kilt when we can avoid it.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Like meta for Macbeth?" Hannibal asked, somewhat gleefully.