Plan. Bob was never a plan sort of guy and it showed on his face when the word came up even though he tried to brush it off shortly after, "I'm more of a fly by the seat of my pants kind of sprite, but don't worry. It hasn't failed me yet." It has failed you plenty of times, Bob. Just because you avoid deletion doesn't mean things couldn't have gone astronomically better if Dot was around. "Besides, how hard can it be?"

But no, Bob was anything but stilted or formulaic. He certainly had some programming that was hard coded into him but when it came to interactions he was as natural as could be, and besides... he'd gone against his code once before. The adherence that Bob so strongly grasps on to was by choice. These things aside, it seemed a little... well, getting a read on this guy was a bit difficult. The Guardian was compliant, though. He saw no reason not to explain.

"Not really," came with a rub at the back of his neck, "I was lost in the web, once. Learned some things, but actually seeing this world is a whole other thing." He pauses, gets up and paces a bit to the side of the building. The sun was setting. Really looked beautiful. Listening to Tensai speak about his project. It sounded impressive, although he wasn't sure how to explain to the other man that Cyberspace was... well, it was its own universe. They weren't AIs. Maybe he'll try later, because those last few words make his eyes narrow.

"Sounds like Cyberspace isn't the only place that hosts a virus."