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(Joseph "Cocoon" Orson, 2nd District, Abandoned Building)

Maybe it was because of the concentrated energy to the brain, or maybe it was because, for the first time in years, Cocoon didn't consider himself to be the all powerful deity in control. Whatever the reason was, it was making him think differently to the norm. There was a lack of communication from the invading entity, and he didn't feel his body or mind being manipulated in any way. As fearful as he was at that moment pieces were beginning to fall into place. Of course, no rash decisions could be made. For once Cocoon was delving into rational calculations without the blinding ego throwing itself into the path of his mind's eye. He had to find Machina's weakness and turn the tables around. But, how?

Well, Machina wasn't completely in control, that was certain. If he was then the offer wouldn't be open for voluntary aid. Cocoon knew how people thought, or at least he considered he did, and if someone had the chance to control completely his advanced technology, then they would. Quite obviously there was something behind the scenes here, and Cocoon had to find out as much as possible to take full advantage of the situation.

The electrical energy focused around the mind began to disperse, leaving the circuits open to attack. Being light it would take no time at all to return to his defensive position. Quicker than an enemy digital conscience anyway. Hopefully, this unoffensive stance would show Machina that he was ready to deal. Though nervous, a life trapped in a metal casing wasn't one he truly desired, and collaboration actually seemed quite viable considering the rewards on showcase.

“Well then Doctor... state your terms and I will hear you out,” Cocoon said, making sure, as easy as it was being nothing more the electricity, that no emotion was shown in the tone. Any clue that Machina could obtain as to his intentions would tip the balance even more in his favour.