(tried fitting everything but the story size was starting to escape me and it didnt really work with the flow i had)
Remote has been feeling rather funny as of late.
It began shortly after she was recovered following the... incident. Well, it *really* began after the episode ended, but the event that started it all was her losing her one and only source of power, her beloved batteries, for the sake of helping her team move forward. Which didn't even actually help them out in the end, but that's... irrelevant. What's past is past, and the only useful thing that can be obtained by dwelling on that any further is using it as a lesson to do better in the future. After all, what's the point of life if you *aren't* operating at peak efficiency, at 110%, at all possible times?
Which brings her back to the power outage. Given that she was down and out for quite a good while, completely missing a rather major event for Death P.A.C.T. (Again) and being unable to help for a good portion of a challenge, she intended to make up for all that by giving the competition more than she was already giving it. The mechanical mind was going to overclock herself, so to speak. After their safety was guaranteed, she quickly got to work on figuring out how to improve her performance going forward. Ultimately, the machine decided that the priority should be to deal with that gap in her knowledge, her near-perfect record of everything that has happened around her since being booted up.
The first people she went up to for that info was, of course, the rest of the P.A.C.T.; while they'd all give answers that were quite informative and worthy of further investigation, it became clear rather quickly that just their word alone wasn't gonna cut it. Besides the fact that the memories of living beings, whose memories were stored in inferior means of storage, was rather fallible, they also didn't want to relive their greatest failing in this season by far. Fanny *especially* didn't want to give Remote any of her time or attention; she was already feeling rather grumpy after having to tell her the bad news during the contest, and she'd very much rather *not* answer any of the rather intrusive and interrogative questions the machine had, not caring whatsoever about all her justifications. Now that the one with the anger issues finally had some time alone and in peace, she'd very much like to keep it that way, thank you very much.
But outside of the P.A.C.T., who else could the metal being turn to for further information? The other teams definitely wouldn't want to give them an advantage, and all those stuck in the Hotel *definitely* wouldn't know about anything, being more focused on breaking out of their prison- or getting used to it -rather than watching this pathetic excuse for entertainment from their small windows. With no one else to turn to, with all other options exhausted, it didn't really seem like there was any other choice; if she wanted the definitive recap on *everything*, she had to speak to Two. Being the host of this whole thing, they were bound to have kept an eye on everything, remembering all the major events that went down.
For obvious reasons, Remote was initially rather reluctant on approaching the algebralian; given everyone's prior experiences with the living numbers, all attempts in trying to communicate with them usually end in... *disaster*. But given what she's seen so far, the green numeral was a lot calmer, a lot more lax, than their blue counterpart. it could very much be worth a shot; she very much expected to get obliterated in some wacky and zany fashion, but again, given that there were no other alternatives, she figured she could at least give it a half-hearted try.
And the mechanical mind would be rather pleasantly surprised. Well, she *appeared* to be surprised, anyhow; can these machines even feel, or do they only provide a *scarily* realistic simulation of emotion? That's a brain teaser that Golf Ball's been chewing at for quite a while, tinkering with TV during her little bits of free time. The answer seems obvious at first, when you only give it around 2.763 seconds of thought: the machines are... well, *machines*. They're computers, they're devices, they're little household appliances propelled by electricity and algorithms. None of those bits and pieces are what're usually considered to be the building blocks of life, and so they can't express emotion. It's as simple as that.
