Ah, Steve Jobs. What a brilliant, flawed ass. At least, that was Tesla's summation. Odd how familiar a description it really was.
"Seems that way," he said, then settled in to listen, with a great deal of amusement. Finally, when the robot was done talking, his face split into a grin.
"Well, isn't this a turn of events. Good to know I keep up the old firm in alternate realities, as it were. And let me see..." he leans forward for a moment, looking at his - well, the other his - creation.
"At a guess," he said, slowly, "I'd say...1923? 24? Back when that jackass Edison was still causing me trouble. I'd have to take a closer work at his - well, my, sort of - handiwork to be sure, but you'll hardly let any Tesla take a look at your innards."
He leaned back, taking a lingering sip of wine.
"And you took the name. Oh I like you. I suppose the morphic resonance people would have a field day with that. Anyways, for me, it's the early twenty-teens. A thoroughly underwhelming decade thus far."
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"Seems that way," he said, then settled in to listen, with a great deal of amusement. Finally, when the robot was done talking, his face split into a grin.
"Well, isn't this a turn of events. Good to know I keep up the old firm in alternate realities, as it were. And let me see..." he leans forward for a moment, looking at his - well, the other his - creation.
"At a guess," he said, slowly, "I'd say...1923? 24? Back when that jackass Edison was still causing me trouble. I'd have to take a closer work at his - well, my, sort of - handiwork to be sure, but you'll hardly let any Tesla take a look at your innards."
He leaned back, taking a lingering sip of wine.
"And you took the name. Oh I like you. I suppose the morphic resonance people would have a field day with that. Anyways, for me, it's the early twenty-teens. A thoroughly underwhelming decade thus far."