"How many bots do you even need, to cover Brockton Bay? And how many do you have?"

"Depends on the standards for 'cover'. I have fifty now and I'm aiming for seventy-five."

"Hmmm, I think twenty-five isn't that hard to manage, and actually less than that since you'll continue to build them."

"Sure, so you're welcome to fill in for now, but I want those test results before I rely on it too heavily. And you sleep."

"Yeah, I do sleep, so not at night, probably."

"Sleeping's so inconvenient. Miss Militia's lucky."

"She is. I wonder what it is about parahumans who don't sleep, it's not like her power has anything to do with sleeping."

"Well, it's not like my tinkering has anything to do with mental opacity, some people are just lucky like that."

"Yeah, that's true." Pause. "And that led my brain through a tortuous path that makes me wonder, how'd your dad move about before you made his suit?"

"...teleporting, same way he does now? It wasn't as effective because he didn't have safeties to turn on and off for precision."

"Yeah, that's what I mean, how'd he get anything done? ...how high's the variance in his precision, anyway?"

"Really high. He could still do the roof angling thing - absent subways - but he had a hard time being effectively tactical."

"But I mean, is it high on the level of city blocks, cities, states, countries, continents...?"

"Farthest he ever goes in one hop is thirty miles."

"Is that the farthest he goes from his starting point, or the farthest he can end up from his target?"

"From his starting point. He can't target per se, at least not with his power. He only gets to pick direction."

"Oh, so he always ends up somewhere along his chosen direction, it's just how far along it that changes?"

"Yeah. The power picks a safe place, and if there's lots of those it picks a distance too."

"Okay, gotcha, I thought it could vary around the direction, too."

"Nope."

"By the way, if you're the fake Bella, does the real one get a recap of this conversation? Like, would she be listening in, or getting a summary later, or something?"

"It wouldn't be fair otherwise, since the bot always listens in on me."

"Okay, good. In that case I think we're done, don't wanna run out of stuff to talk about before the other one comes."

He opens the door. "Hi, love!"