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Alec just smirked at Seven's blatant misuse of grammar. Even a computer apparently could use simple humanism's for no reason other than simple, pure joy. It made him enjoy her company just the slightest bit more. But her idea didn't really work well for the moment. "I doubt we can prove that. Especially since he was able to publicly air them. Ialo didn't even do that with you or the other satellites."

Alec cocked an eyebrow at Seven's comment, then shook his head at almost the same time as she did, quickly adding his own agreement with hers. "Yes, lets."

Alec thought about the situation as a whole. Silas built his robots to specifically try and beat Ialo at his own game. The media even said he had failed. Silas even had to resort to cheating in court to even come close to beating Ialo. Silas hadn't actually won of his own accord, he had forced it.

And idea began to form in Alec's mind. And idea that might even bring Ialo back from prison, fairly unharmed. But they had to be careful. But most importantly, they had to see Silas.

Now.

Alec immediately got up from his seat and took Seven by the hand, heading straight for the door. "We have to go talk to Silas. I have an idea."

Alec didn't even break step as he turned around and suddenly picked up Seven. "Alright then." Alec leaned down and plucked Seven off her feet daintily, not even phasing at her weight. She honestly weighed more than she looked, maybe about 50 lbs more, most likely because she was made of metal after all. But Alec was more buff than he looked as well, so her extra weight wasn't a problem. Besides, he was on a mission, and he needed Seven there for his plan to REALLY work. Alec began to walk out the hallway, explaining as he went. "Seven, if he got a hold of your blueprints I'm sure he knows both you and siblings exist already. The only way he'd be able to know your full abilities is if you decided to show him yourself, which we both know you won't do. Besides, I need you." Alec had made it about 20 feet out the door of his classroom before he opened up a portal in front of them, the edges of which crackled with a purple lightning. Alec wasn't bothering with specifying what kind of portal he wanted, so he just shot out the first one that came to him naturally. In this case it happened to match his hair color, which suited him just fine.

The next minute they were standing outside Silas' office door, where Alec put down Seven carefully. He immediately pounded on the door, bellowing as loud as he could. "SILAS! We NEED to talk!"

Meanwhile, Silas was still on the toilet, going through the death-rows of his tea. It was always the most painful at this point, because all the previous battles had made him sore and vulnerable. All Silas could manage was a pained groan that was audible enough to be heard through the bathroom door as well as the office door.

Alec cocked an eyebrow at this, slowly turning to Seven and thinking aloud. "That... didn't sound entirely pleasant."

Alec's face tensed up a bit when he heard Seven's perfect impression of the french language. Not only that, but how sweet it was, and how alluring. It was all Alec could do to keep a straight face, even though his face suddenly felt hot again. But again, he was getting distracted. So he focused on the door and steeled himself for what he had to do.

Alec certainly was getting distracted a lot today. He'd have to look into that. Maybe start meditating again? He did take those lessons that one time...

Distracted again. Alec smacked himself in the face to put himself back on track.

Behind the door, Silas was still in an incredible amount of pain. However, he knew for a fact that he heard a french woman's voice outside his door. This was motivation enough for him to force the rest of his system to finish immediately, causing one last agonizing moan to escape his lips before he nearly keeled over off the stool.

After a few minutes Silas finally came out of the bathroom, walking in a slightly funny manner. He opened up the doors to his office and began to berate whoever it was on the other side of them. "Alright, what is so damn important that you had to-"

Silas stopped in mid sentence. He took one look at Seven, and his eyes popped as wide as dinner plates. He simply pointed a finger at her, and screamed incredulously, "YOU!!!"

Alec just sighed, taking only a second to recover himself. He took one step forward and pushed Silas back into his office rather forcefully, causing the man to stumble back. "I don't have time for any crap right now. We need to discuss some things."

Silas, despite being startled from Alec's less than kind shove, was beyond letting this lie. One of Ialo's damned satellites was in is office right in front of him! He knew they existed, but he had never seen one before! He wanted to have one of his golems detain her right now and whisk her back to his labs for study. But as it was Silas was having too many thoughts go through his head to even utter a clear sentence. All he managed to get out was a series of, "Buh... wuh... who... whe... eh... nih... ch.... gh.. rg... gah.... wh..."

As if the pain in Silas' rear wasn't enough, this freaking automaton was now crushing his hand. She even made it pop she was holding on so hard. Silas' face contorted in pain, and after a few minutes he was able wrench his hand away from Seven's crushing vice. He began to massage his damaged hand with the other as he incredulously accused them both. "Alright, what the HELL is going on here?"

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Why do creationists continually make asses of themselves by citing entirely false and idiotic interpretations of evolution? xD))

Athena watched with interest what happened to Slimybutt (her own special nickname for him) from the ventilation system. Unlike Ialo, she'd quickly realized, Slimybutt had not put any alarms up there. Well, not yet. She had perfected a little spell that found such things by constantly entering Ialo's room or office without asking permission. There was almost nothing that could get past her spell... that she knew of. Then again, she could easily be exaggerating her own greatness.

...HAH, right, no. She was awesome, so she couldn't exaggerate that.

She listened with interest to Seven's French. A flawless (if computerized) accent. Nice. She nodded vaguely to herself, and wished she could--OH, BUT SHE COULD COMMENT. Slimybutt didn't know whether or not there were ghosts at MFHS! If she played her cards right, she could pretend to be a ghost. "Bon fait, monsieur*!" she called down to Alec, using the vents to make her voice sound ethereal.

((*Well done, sir!))