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[excessivehubris]

[Well, this would mark the first time this Charles had used his device to actually try to broadcast to the others trapped here with him.

For the most part he's been down in the Vault of Knowledge and yes, he's been down there for days upon days reading.

It is just recently that he's surfaced to get clean, find a little bit of food, though that had not been a priority with him and poke around a bit. Today, his curiosity had taken him out of the old city and off on a bit of a look about.

Translation, he's gotten himself hopelessly lost.

So the video. It clicks on, to show a Charles Xavier who looks a bit bedraggled with a leaf or two in his hair and caught on his sweater but otherwise he seems just perplexed rather than frightened or dismayed. The foliage appears dense around him but there is the definite sound of fresh running water in the background, most likely the Silver River.

He'll keep this short and to the point.]

Ah, I apologize for this, embarrassing really but I rather fear I have gone and gotten myself lost.

Does anyone know if the rivers lead back to the Old City?

[He'd try to get back to the Old City by following your thoughts but he is close enough to the dome that the non distinct hum of the minds within, combined with the din of thoughts coming from the Old City itself, are throwing him off.]

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[video]

[excessivehubris]

Cyber ... [He'll begin before pausing and looking more closely at the video feed.]

Oh my God, you're a robot?

[Sorry Wing, given his point in time and technology its what he has the most experience with in terms of cybertronic organism.]

[video]

[knightoflight]

[Wing smiles. He'd much rather this kind of surprise than the kind that automatically presumes him to be a hostile world-destroyer.]

I am. All my kind is. And you're a human.

[video]

[excessivehubris]

A mutant, actually. [Charles corrects with a warm smile.] The next stage of human evolution.

But you say all your kind is as you? [Sorry, Wing but he's about to nerd at you.] If you will apologize the ignorance of this question, how did you come into being and how do you propagate?

[video]

[knightoflight]

Mutant? Like Tolansky? [He's heard this word before. ] I'm sorry if I offended you in calling you human. [He would have bristled at 'Decepticon']

There are many theories of our origin, but they are mythology, and not science. Many mechs onlined during the war, and they know nothing of peace.

[video]

[excessivehubris]

Oh, no! You gave no offense, I suppose I am merely given to correcting for proper species. A hold over of my studies I fear.

[Charles smiled and then his eyes softened as he continued.] I still cherish my humanity, even if my works point towards the existence of myself and my sister as man kinds' next step in evolution.

[He sobered then at the idea of a species, even a non-organic species, being born into nothing but war.]

I ... how curious though that there is a veil across your origins. Is there no oral history?

[video]

[knightoflight]

No, no, precision is important. I just fear erring. I can't distinguish the mutants from the humans.

[He considers. ] Did you and your sister have any say? Oftentimes in our world, mechs were altered without their permission. It is...a bad thing.

[Because how else do you evolve other than by deliberate modification?]

Oh we have considerable mythology. My Circle believes in the Knights of Cybertron, who came to our planet and created our kind and left behind a series of artifacts, and a map to their own home.

But many disregard these as mere fancies.