It's the anniversary. Glam would very much not like to celebrate.
It’s their last day on Winslow High—they’re being transferred to Arcadia on Monday—and also their last day without a patrol schedule assigned.
And the PRT released a small announcement on its website about Glam joining the Wards. Now their wiki page doesn’t get erased, of course—they’re no longer speculative. They wonder what it’s got on them.
"Mmhm. Would your dad buy that it was a squinting test even with these weird things happening, though?"
So Lorica calls her dad over and Transit plays Go Fish with Windflower and expects as told and Lorica runs all the tests again in a different order.
"Okay, so having a vast crowd believing in you won't help that much except in the sense that it's much better than a vast crowd being skeptical at you."
"Yeah. But a few skeptics will cancel out a lot of positive expectation. So you need to be very careful about Internet haters getting any traction."
"I've just been offered moderation status on the PHO forums," says the bot in its own voice.
"...Do the existing moderators, um, know that you are an autonomous software entity."
"Yes. It was listed as a pro."
"...Okay then."
"In many possible cases, yes, such posts would not violate any forum guidelines."
"Yeah. But I mean, I still don't think it's that worrisome, most heroes aren't fakes and unless I give people specific reason to expect I am they shouldn't."
"Done," says the bot.
"Somebody says, 'Glam can't do X', bot is there to demonstrate that you have done X on camera."
"Oh! Yes, good. Good bot. Although I mean, people know you know me, so they might think it's being partisan?"
"We know each other, but I don't have a history of defending anybody else via bot, including my dad, and it's also in the bot's profile that I'm not directing it in detail."
"Yeah, fair enough. And part of the reason I like you is that you wouldn't defend me if I didn't deserve it, soooo." Grin.