Hero-Tron/dialogue

Dialogue for Hero-Tron from past Living World releases can be found here.

Dialogue

During The Secret of Southsun (as Job-o-Tron)

Speaking to Job-o-Tron

We—currently—have—no—entry—level—opportunities—available. Thank—you—for—your—interest.

But I wasn't—oh, never mind.

Subdirector Noll: This is the least promising batch of refugees I've ever seen. Job-o-Tron! Status report.

Job-o-Tron: Less—than—thirty—percent—of—those—polled—are—currently—gainfully—employed—as—we—define—it.

Subdirector Noll: See? You're all wastrels! Back me up here, Job-o-Tron.

Job-o-Tron: Subdirector—Noll—is—correct. Get—a—job, wastrels.

Job-o-Tron: Just—a—few—basic—questions. First—question: What—is—your—occupation?

Tergvi: I'm an adventurer. I roam the globe, taking what I can find and living off the land.

Job-o-Tron: Recording—response: "Raider."

Tergvi: I'm no raider. I kill dangerous beasts and those who do evil. I defend the innocent.

Job-o-Tron: Updating—response: "Muderous—raider—with—delusions—of—grandeur."

Job-o-Tron: Next—question: What—is—your—dream—job?

Tergvi: To be a traveler. I've been from the Shiverpeaks to the Sea of Sorrows, but there's so much more to see.

Job-o-Tron: Recording—response: "Hobo." Next—question: What—is—your—greatest—professional—accomplishment?

Tergvi: I'm not answering any more of your questions.

Job-o-Tron: Recording—response: "No—professional—accomplishments." Now—tabulating—results...

Job-o-Tron: Update: We—currently—have—no—opportunities—available. Please—re—apply—when—your—skill—set—has—improved.

During Last Stand at Southsun (as Job-o-Tron)

Good—news! I—am—free—to—entertain—offers—at—this—time. I—wonder—if—you—have—any—job—leads, or—failing—that, any—spare—coins?

Sorry, can't help you.

Job-o-Tron: Departure—of—the—settlers—diminishes—my—ability—to—perform—my—primary—function.

Job-o-Tron: I—will—miss—my—quota—and—be—downsized. They—may—even—replace—me—with—a—non-golem.

Job-o-Tron: Tertiary—objective—activated. Step—one: Acquire—object—designated—"hobo—bindle."

Job-o-Tron: Step—two: Proceed—with—new—career—as—a—wastrel—and/or—vagrant.

During Queen's Jubilee (as Hobo-Tron)

Can—you—spare—anything—for—a—golem—down—on—its—luck?

Sorry, I don't have any spare change on me.

Hobo-Tron: Pardon—me, but—I—believe—this—is—my—corner.

Marcello DiGiacomo: Ha! As if your kind is capable of believing in anything.

Hobo-Tron: I—believe—I—was—here—first.

Seraph Soldier: Golem! Do you have an operating license to perform within our walls?

Hobo-Tron: License—not—found. Perhaps—we—can—negotiate—an—alternative—

Seraph Soldier: Move along!

Hobo-Tron: Taking—requests. I—will—play—your—Krytan—favorites.

Marcello DiGiacomo: Pay no attention to the golem, folks. I'm the real deal.

*Marcello sings*

*Hobo-Tron plays same song*

Marcello DiGiacomo: Will you buzz off?

Hobo-Tron: I—require—spare—coins—for—the—asura—gate.

Marcello DiGiacomo: Any requests for a genuine, human artist?

*Marcello sings*

*Hobo-Tron plays same song*

Marcello DiGiacomo: I will end you if you don't move— May the gods smile on you!

Hobo-Tron: Seeking—gainful—employment.

*Marcello sings*

*Hobo-Tron plays same song*

Marcello DiGiacomo: Unlike certain others in the vicinity, I need to eat.

Hobo-Tron: Golem—down—on—its—luck—here.

Seraph Soldier: You were ordered by the Seraph to move along.

Hobo-Tron: Apologies—offered. I—will—comply—with—your—directive.

Marcello DiGiacomo: Thank you, Officer. I'm gratified to see you taking the side of a true artist.

Seraph Soldier: I don't want to hear it. Move along!

Hobo-Tron: Errors—have—been—made. I—should—not—be—here.

Idle chatter

Hobo-Tron: I—wonder—what—the—subdirector—is—doing.

During A Very Merry Wintersday (as Ho-Ho-Tron)

During Aid those affected by Scarlet's attack on Divinity's Reach by donating to Ho-Ho-Tron

Facial—scan—reveals—a—99.999—percent—match—to—the—bioform—who—rescued—me—from—Scarlet. Can—you—aid—me—again—and—donate—for—those—impacted—by—her—attack—on—Divinity's—Reach?

Sure, I'll donate.

Donation—mode—accessed. Please—choose—your—level—of—charity.

How about this ugly sweater? (if have any in inventory)

Have a copper.

I'll donate a silver.

A gold for a good cause.

Maybe another time.

You're the golem from the Queen's Jubilee! How have you been?

Memory—files—since—Scarlet—attack—accessed: this—unit—was—put—on—trial—in—Divinity's—Reach—for—its—role—innn—the—Queen's—Jubilee—incident.

For what?

After—a—short—trial, this—unit—was—declared—guilty—of—aiding—and—abetting—a—criminal.

But you were kidnapped, right? You didn't do anything wrong.

The—judges—were—confused—on—how—to—punish—a—machine. They—negated—an—incarceration—ruling—and—commissioned—this—unit—to—raise—recompense—for—Divinity's—Reach.

I know you're innocent. Let me help you out with a donation. (Same as "Sure, I'll donate")

Wow. You got a bum deal.

Wait a minute. I remember you asking Scarlet about being a hench-golem.

Um, clearly—your—memory—is—faulty. Please—refrain—from—repeating—this—error. Especially—around—members—of—the—legal—body—of—Divinity's—Reach.

Maybe a donation will put you back in their good graces. (Same as "Sure, I'll donate")

I need to be going.

Sounds rough. Good-bye.

Still hanging around with that minstrel, I see.

Proximity—does—not—equal—relationship. The—minstrel—and—I—are—forced—to—solicit—donations.

If it helps you, I'll donate. (Same as "Sure, I'll donate")

Why?

Memory—files—since—Scarlet—attack—accessed: this—unit—was—put—on—trial—in—Divinity's—Reach—for—its—role—innn—the—Queen's—Jubilee—incident.

I'll donate. (Same as "Sure, I'll donate")

You aided her?

Negative. I—was—captured—by—Scarlet—and—forced—to—entertain—her. After—she—fled, I—was—arrested—and—charged—for—aiding—the—criminal.

I'll donate. (Same as "Sure, I'll donate")

You're not in jail, so what happened?

The—Divinity's—Reach—legal—body—ruled—that—this—unit—was—still—liable—for—its—inactions. I—am—tasked—with—raising—donations—to—aid—those—affected—by—Scarlet's—attack.

I'll help you out. (Same as "Sure, I'll donate")

I need to be going.

Tough luck.

Good-bye.

Not right now.

During Aid those affected by Scarlet's attack on Divinity's Reach by donating to Ho-Ho-Tron

Access—some—Wintersday—cheer—with—a—donation—to—Divinity's—Reach—today.

Donate—money—to—help—humanoids—affected—by—Scarlet's—rampage. I—was—there. It—was—horrible.

Doesn't—that—minstrel—look—shifty? Donate—your—coins—to—me—instead.

Accessing—Consortium—persuasion—programming: You, donate—to—the—Divinity's—Reach—fund. It's—a—win—win.

Greetings. Spare—change—for—disadvantaged—humanoids?

Upon Donating 1 Ugly Wool Sweater

Another—sweater—of—dubious—origin.

This—apparel—offends—my—optics.

I—am—itchy—just—looking—at—your—donation.

I—suppose—you—meant—well.

Has—this—been—washed?

Upon Donating 1 Copper

I've—interacted—with—orphans—who—possessed—deeper—pockets.

Oh, look—at—the—big—spender—here.

That's—not—a—donation. That's—sarcasm.

That—was—literally—the—least—you—could—do.

That's—it?

Upon Donating 1 Silver

Your—donation—will—likely—prevent—someone—from—starving. That—is—admirable.

That's—it. Show—those—copper-donating—misers—the—definition—of—charity.

Thanks—to—you, the—orphans—won't—have—to—burn—each—other—to—stay—warm—tonight.

Thank—you. If—I—possessed—a—heart, it—would—be—several—degrees—warmer.

Your—charity—is—admirable. I—will—record—this—quantifiable—kindness.

Upon Donating 1 Gold

If—I—had—eyeballs,tear—ducts,moisture,and—emotions, I—would—be—weeping—over—your—generosity.

Your—generosity—will—purchase—food, medical—care, and—clean—sheets—for—disaster—victims.

The—less—fortunate—will—eat—a—meal—tonight—not—made—with—meat—of—suspicious—origin.

My—circuits—can—barely—process—the—delight—from—your—donation.

During Escape from Lion's Arch, Battle for Lion's Arch and Battle for Lion's Arch: Aftermath (as Heal-o-Tron)

In Gendarran Fields

(If you haven't interacted with Ho-Ho-Tron)

Greetings. Scanning—for—injuries. Results: you—are—in—nominal—health. Diagnosis: you—are—not—yet—dead. Maintain—this—status—for—optimal—existence.

Who are you?

Current—designation: Heal-o-Tron. This—unit—diagnoses—and—treats—illnesses—and—injuries. Current—assignment: assisting—Lionguard—medical—personnel—during—ongoing—disaster.

Current designation? You had other names?

Correct. This—unit—was—formerly—designated—Job-o-Tron, Hobo-Tron, and—Ho-Ho-Tron. Health—tip: avoid—eating—rotten—corpses.

Do you know anything about the attack on Lion's Arch?

So, you're a Lionguard golem?

Got it.

Do you know anything about the attack on Lion's Arch?

Negative. This—unit—is—unaffiliated—with—Scarlet—and—her—current—actions. This—unit—must—counteract—her—violence—to—the—best—of—its—programming.

Must?

Correct. This—unit—was—improperly—found—guilty—of—aiding—Scarlet—in—the—past. This—unit—seeks—to—correct—this—faulty—assertion—using—its—programming.

What's your plan?

This—unit's—Consortium—basic—programming—contains—an—extensive—medical—and—biological—database. This—unit—will—aid—those—wounded—by—Scarlet.

Do you know anything about the attack on Lion's Arch?

Interesting.

So, you're a Lionguard golem?

Okay, then.

So, you're a Lionguard golem?

Good luck.

So, you're a Lionguard golem? A Lion-golem?

Negative. Volunteer—status—engaged. This—unit's—current—objective—is—to—show—a—disloyal—state—to—Scarlet. Health—tip: wash—hands—after—genocide.

Do you know anything about the attack on Lion's Arch?

Good luck with that.

Interesting.

Thanks, I guess.

After the Battle for Lion's Arch: Aftermath

Facial—scan—complete. You—are—the—deleter—of—Scarlet. This—unit—is—engaged—in—celebration—mode. Would—you—like—to—hear—a—poem—I—computed—for—the—occasion?

Yes.

Scarlet—is—alive, Scarlet—is—dead.

Is that it?

Er, it's—a—work—in—progress.

So, why is a golem celebrating Scarlet's death? (Same as "Why is a golem celebrating Scarlet's death?" below)

Right.

I'll be going now.

Why is a golem celebrating Scarlet's death?

This—unit—was—once—kidnapped—by—Scarlet—and—then—blamed—for—aiding—her. Assisting—in—the—Lionguard—relief—effort—is—part—of—a—routine—to—clear—my—criminal—subfile.

Did it work?

Result—not—available—at—this—time. This—unit—will—repair—the—wounded—until—resolution.

About this poem. (Repeats the poem)

Good luck.

No, thanks.

Lion's Arch

Scanning. You—are—not—wounded. This—is—beneficial—for—your—future—health.

Uh, thanks.

During Festival of the Four Winds (as Heal-o-Tron)

Please—donate—to—the—Lion's—Arch—reconstruction—fund. It—is—a—supremely—worthy—cause, and—once—the—donation—threshold—has—been—reached, I—will—trigger—the—start—of—the—Boss—Blitz.

I'd like to make a donation.

Victory—gyrations—commencing—in—ERROR. Victory—gyrations—temporarily—suspended—by—Appropriate—Behavior—Protocol—17. Reconfiguring—response—parameters: Thank—you. Please—choose—your—donation—level.

1 silver

10 silver

50 silver

1 gold

Maybe another time.

Good to see you gainfully employed again. How are you liking the new job?

Rewarding. I—get—to—aid—my—new—home (cross—reference: Lion's—Arch) and—my—new—neighbors (cross—reference: rapacious, bloodthirsty—pirates—and—their—ilk) and—thus—justify—the—trust—they've—placed—in—me.

Keep up the good work.

Good-bye.

Heal-o-Tron: Your—information—is—outdated, constable. I—have—already—paid—my—societal—debt—to—Divinity's—Reach.

Heal-o-Tron: The—Lionguard—has—recruited—me—as—an—emergency—relief—worker. I—am—here—today—in—that—capacity.

Ministry Guard: Tell it to the tribunal. You're a known collaborator. You sang for Scarlet. Come quietly or I'll dismantle you.

Braham Eirsson: Whoa there! Did you just threaten a hero of Lion's Arch?

Rox: That little guy saved a lot of lives when Scarlet attacked the city.

Rox: If you want him, you'll have to go through us. And afterward you'll answer to Magnus the Bloody-Handed himself.

Ministry Guard: I—er—Grenth's teeth! If your story doesn't pan out, I'll be back.

Heal-o-Tron: Thank—you—for—your—assistance. Returning—to—Divinity's—Reach—was—a—concern, as—I—was—not—sure—I'd—be—allowed—to—leave.

Rox: And the fact that you came anyway proves you're worthy of respect.

Heal-o-Tron: I—had—to—come. Lion's—Arch—still—needs—help—that—I—am—in—a—position—to—provide.

Braham Eirsson: Stick close. If the law hassles you again, I want to be there to set 'em straight.

Heal-o-Tron: Agreed. And—if—the—local—authorities—do—incarcerate—me, I—hope—you—will—buy—my—billet.

Rox: I don't think they do that here. But rest assured. If they lock you up, we'll get you out. One way or the other.

Before Lion's Arch Rebuilt

Conversations on the parapets of Fort Marriner

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: Parts of the city are still unsafe. But once we fix—

Citizen: I'm tired of excuses, Magnus. The city's a wreck. If you can't get Lion's Arch on its feet, you're going to wake up and find this a ghost town.

Captain Ellen Kiel: Who was that?

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: One of the hungry. Jobless. In mourning. And her anger is going to have company when we bring more of them back in.

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: We're not ready for this. We've barely started to make the city livable again.

Captain Ellen Kiel: Then today is your lucky day. I've brought you some help.

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: So, this floating trash can...is a refugee?

Captain Ellen Kiel: More than that. We've got ourselves a hero.

Hero-Tron: Bzzt. Hero. Accessing—monicker—protocol. Reformatting—primary—identity.

Captain Ellen Kiel: This golem healed the wounded. He stormed Scarlet's platforms with us, and without weapons.

Captain Ellen Kiel: And now the Seraph want to take him away for "helping Scarlet" when he did nothing of the sort.

Hero-Tron: Bzzt. This—unit—is—now—designated—Hero-Tron.

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: Whatever. Kiel vouches for you, and that's good enough for me. I'll find a use for you.

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: As head of the Lionguard, and member in good standing of the Captain's Council, I proclaim Hero-Tron a free citizen of Lion's Arch.

Captain Ellen Kiel: Seconded. Consider yourself home, golem.

Hero-Tron: Happiness—mode—engaged. Victory—gyrations—in...3...2...1...

Hero-Tron: Query: What—will—be—done—about—the—Seraph?

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: They can walk the plank.

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: Divinity's Reach has the time to hunt for a golem, but it doesn't have time to help Lion's Arch when Scarlet attacks?

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: And after this city hosted a relief effort for them during Wintersday?

Captain Ellen Kiel: What Magnus is saying is, I don't think you have to worry about the Seraph anymore.

Hero-Tron: What—if—they—come—to—reclaim—this—unit?

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: I'll sign their extradition with a torch.

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: So, if you're going to be my aide, I have to ask. What exactly do you...do?

Hero-Tron: This—unit—is—programmed—with—a—variety—of—skills—ranging—from—

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: Look, we're going to have a lot of people coming back without homes or jobs.

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: No jobs mean lots of idle hands. I can handle a little crime. This city was founded on it. But riots? They'll end everything.

Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed: Can you help people get back to work?

Hero-Tron: I—can—do—that.

Evon Gnashblade: There he is, the hero of the hour. So, my son, how did it go?

Hero-Tron: Error: This—unit—is—not—your—offspring.

Evon Gnashblade: It's a term of affection. Now, answer the question.

Hero-Tron: For—this—unit's—service—during—Scarlet's—termination, this—unit—was—granted—amnesty—and—employment—with—the—Captain's—Council.

Hero-Tron: This—unit—will—have—a—revenue—stream—to—repay—this—unit's—debt—to—you. Our—transaction—will—be—complete.

Evon Gnashblade: Complete? Oh, no. No, not at all. I saw your ID number when I was installing the combat chassis before your rumble with Scarlet.

Evon Gnashblade: Traced it back to the source. Consortium. Seems they ran into some trouble on Southsun a while back.

Evon Gnashblade: Involuntary servitude. An unsafe workplace. Substandard living quarters. And at the center of it all, a little golem named Job-o-Tron.

Evon Gnashblade: It'd be a shame if Magnus's new golden boy was linked to such nasty business. Why, with the situation in the city, well... They'd dismantle you.

Evon Gnashblade: So keep on listening. And keep on coming back to me with all the juicy tidbits.

Evon Gnashblade: And don't you dare cross me. You can run, but you'll never run far enough.