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[awkwardbot]

The second time I found Milliways (or it found me, because that seems to be how it works), I'd been trying to get into one of ART's lesser-used storage holds.

Speaking of ART, it had been very interested in hearing about the Bar at the End of the Universe. And watching all the recordings I took there (multiple times). It was also very interested in some of the media I brought back with me, especially Star Trek. ART requested that if I ever went back, I should look for some media with constructs or bots (or whatever the local equivalent was) in it. It might be interesting to get a fresh perspective, ART said.

Well, I was back, and I could find what ART was looking for. But there was something I wanted to do first.

The lack of cameras in Milliways made me nervous. (I mean, more than usual.) Not just because I couldn't keep tabs on potential threats (not that I'd seen any so far, but the thing about threats is that you don't see them right up until you do), but because I had no fallback if (when) I got into an awkward conversation and had a hard time maintaining eye contact.

I didn't know what the local attitude towards surveillance was, but it seemed like it might be similar to how people felt on Preservation - that it was invasive and generally not okay. That and the constantly shifting layout meant that permanent cameras were out of the question. So I got simple camera drones instead, very small ones that don't even do their own recording. They just send their audiovisual input to some other system that records for them (in this case, me). I could recall them and store them before I left.

Once I got them placed on rafters and in corners so that I had good coverage of the main bar, I felt a little better. I backburnered the feeds from the drones, sat down in one of the big armchairs by the fireplace, and started searching through the Bar's media.

[OOC: Please read Murderbot's bio before responding, if you have not done so already. Feel free to have your pup notice a drone sitting somewhere (they are matte black and about the size of a golf ball) - they can even try to mess with it, but Murderbot will notice and react. Thanks!]

[Tinytag: Murderbot]
 

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[behind_me]

 After a couple of visits in which no one has tried to kill her, or recognised her, or posed any sort of danger at all, Gamora is coming to a sort of uneasy peace with the fact that she can actually access a magic bar now that none of her siblings, or more importantly her father, has any clue about.

Enough that she's actually able to sit in a booth with a plate of food and a drink, and just watch the rest of the bar go by.

It's weird, she doesn't know how to handle it.

She's not used to safety.