Lance looks at her and nodded his head. "Yes. I suppose it could be best to be myself. I however, do not have any idea how hard it would be to be anything other than myself. That is something I have never experimented with before." he says. Chuckling a bit and looks at her. Puzzlement replacing the laughter as her cheeks started looking red. He picks up the scanner and uses it along her cheek levels. "Hmmm....that is odd. The scanner says your temperature is normal....so why are your cheeks red then?" he says outloud but it was obvious it was primarily to himself. He puts the scanner back down on a counter behind him.<br/><br/>He looks at her and shrugs.  Nodding his head yet smiling. "Well in theory and from experimentation and observations...nearly everyone in the world thinks they are boring to some extent or another." he says. Trying to be helpful yet not sure he was being that way.  He blinked and looked at her. He had moved over to the keyboard yet stopped mid point and just moved back to sitting at the table. Frowning a bit. "I am not over there typing to you while you are talking to me. That is a semi solid mental projection of mine. I am mentally typing and fully paying you attention." He says softly.<br/><br/>Looking at her like she was rather strange for sniffing in distaste for something his mind was projecting. "It helps me be able to eat away from the computer and still be able to get whatever work I was doing down." He closed his eyes and the mental image projection fizzled out. He looks at her and smiles. "I don't use my powers for anything invasive. I never said I didn't use them for things that were not invasive." He says with a small chuckle. Shrugging a bit. "Ninety-five percent of all reported case of psionic powers are false. There is a five percent of said cases that were factual." he says simply.<br/><br/>Frowning when she spoke upon the AIs. Shrugging a bit. "It may be true, however, this is something we will have to agree to disagree upon." He smiles sadly. Shaking his head and ignores her comment. "They are not stupid machines. I need them as they are part of what makes this house function." He sighs a bit. "Do I need them for companionship...not as much. However, companionship was not their primary function." He says seriously. "My machines are as real as you or I. So please refrain from calling them stupid machines." He says. His tone stern and serious in a way that showed this conversation about his AIs was over.<br/><br/>He shakes his head and looks at her. Focusing in on her words. Nodding his head and he had no intentions of revealing said weapons he would be inventing. "Yes. I have noticed that to be the case." He shrugs a bit. "That is alright. I am in the process of inventing something I call ABNBN." He says simply. "That stands for Atom Bomb Nucler Bomb Nullifier." he says simply. "I have no doubts if the morons of the white house got a bug up their rear they could possibly stupidly start such a war."<br/><br/>He shrugs a bit and doesn't comment upon it. He looks at her. "I am already self-employed." He says softly. Looking at her and nod his head. "Yes mostly younger people but some older people are just as judgmental." He says softly. Shrugging a bit. "Only time will tell Emily. Only time will tell." He looks at her and smiled. "Yes. Yes I did. I invented and created and built this house by myself." He says softly. He looks at her and calls out. "Niles...call the nearest car part and or junkyard. Wire them money and request them to deliver the engines requested to the given drop off spot." He hears Niles says Yes sir. He looks back at her. Smiling a bit and nods his head.<br/><br/>Just then Jasper speaks up. ~Sir...you have an incoming phone call.~ He looks at the large screen that hung overhead yet was off. "I am currently busy. Tell whoever it is I am not home."  ~Sir...it is the White House. They say they know you are home and request to speak with you.~ He growls a bit. "Tell them he is not home but if he is...pissing him off with harrassment will have their power for anything save security and necessary communications with the military...temporarily disable." He was NOT wanting to speak to the President right now. ~Sire apparently it is the President himself req---~ He is cut off by Lance. "I do not care if the president has become god. Tell him you will take a message but I am not home. Then disconnect the call. They can call back later." He says. Returning to eating. He really was NOT in the mood for the Presidents bull shit.