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As blaster bolt smashed into the chair near him, Avor swore under his breath "****ing artificial reflexes..."

It would be best if he just left the Jedi to deal with the metal monstrosity, the innocent people in the bar were important, he began helping them out.

Bob stands and stares as the changes happen all around him, as they finish, he nods in agreement with Natalia's statement, " so....if this is your subconcious it would make sense as to why you can affect things...nice style of hair by the way, it looks good on you." After pausing for a few moments, he continues, " well, whatever caused this to happen isn't really relevant at the moment, it's happened, and it's quite nice. and since this is a dream it would mean our bodies are resting, so it's like free time to talk without wasting time that we could spend working on things...." after scratching his head he says, " wait...that didn't quite come out right....I mean, it's like extra time that is for communication only, like having to wait for water to boil, or for something to finish cooking."

Bob shrugs, and thinks for a while before speaking up once more, " why did you take me in the day we met? I mean, all those other people seemed to veer away from me like I had the plague, or look at me like I was nuts."

With a smile, Bob nodded, " well, that's good to know. now its your turn to choose a topic, or ask a question. I mean, otherwise it will wind up with me questioning you the entire time." with a brief chuckle, Bob looked back at her, waiting for her reply.

With a smile Bob replies, " My uncle billy.....er...sorry, he told me to call him by his alias if I ever met someone else, uh....lets see..." After scratching his head for a few minutes, Doc continues, " I think he said his alias was ' hackmaster beezleflitz' or some silly thing like that, anyway, he's the one who taught me how to program, and he helped me fix the computer systems on my ship. if nothing else he's probably trying to make a out-do himself again." with a chuckle, Bob looks to natalia and says, " okay, my turn...." after scratching his head for a while, Bob speaks up once more," alright, my next question is this: what was life like growing up on a planet with such an abundance of technology?"

Blinking, Doc bob just stared at Natalia, " your kidding? leaving a child in the care of an automaton? I mean, no offense but that seems cold....no amount of proggraming could account for the variables of a small child, let alone a baby. and unless there is some way to give that automaton the a warm and soft outer layer, well....where would all the hugs a child needs come from? now that I hear that I'm actually rather glad I was raised by my aunt and uncles, even if we were the only ones on the planet....." with a short laugh and a sigh, Bob continues, " but I doubt you want to hear about how I grew up...."

Blinking, Doc Bob collected his thoughts, " well, I was born on the ship 'shard's luck', at least I think I was born there....at any rate, when it crashed 15 years ago on what came to be our home, I was about 3 years old.....and I have no idea what life was like before then, or what my biological parents looked like, but that's kind of irrelevant. anyway....after finding themselves to be the only people on the planet, my aunt and uncles raised me, we hunted, farmed, and uncle billy was able to fix up enough of the ship's mess area, er...what was left of it, to make it a pretty reliable kitchen. when I wasnt learning from uncle billy about the ways computers worked and how what tech we had fit together and worked, I was being taught survival skills from my aunt maud, or, after dinner I would listen as the three of them, my uncle jak, uncle billy, and aunt maud all told stories of thier adventures. later, when I was about 8 or so, I began to realize that they were....well, kind of unhappy about our predicament, so after searching through the wreckage and what was left of our ship's database, I was able to come up with a way to ease thier woes, I think it's called psycho-therapy or some such. anyway, from that point on I acted as their uh....whats the word....therapist. and by the time wanderlust took hold of me, they were pretty happy with where they were...anyway, growing up with them was nice...I mean, I had most of my educational wants satisfied, I didn't go hungry, except that one time....but that was because of a freak weather happening, anyway, except for the need to explore space, to see what all the planets in this galaxy are like, I was pretty well content." Taking a breath, Bob continued, " around five years ago however, I began to look at what we had, and I wanted to see if I could at least make something out of it. my ship is the product of that, 5 years of near sleepless nights, working out as many kinks as possible before putting them into action, so that I wouldn't blow anything up that I couldn't replace....anyway, that's more of an explanation of why my ship is scrap heap than what my life growing up was like."

with a somber look, bob replied," how sad...maybe he needs some therapy? I mean, if his attitude changed that much it may be a matter of pointing out the needs of those who are still around, instead of letting him focus on those he's lost." shaking his head, Bob continued, " anyway, how about we change the subject to something less....sad. um...can you think of anything?"