[DAY :042] do androids dream of electric sheep?
[PING. If you happen to be surfing the Concordian extranet, a familiar looking window pops into the browser. --It's familiar at first glance, anyway. This has no identifying user, no chat text box. It might be more easily mistaken for an error message. It says:]
Hello. I'm awake.
[After thirty seconds, the window closes on its own. Should anyone connect one dot to the next and go check in the room where Kellix the skele!droid has been stored, they'll find him-- well, still prone in the made bed, but his optical receptors are lit up and his internal systems seem to be making fairly regular whirring and whizzing noises. That's a good sign, right?
These messages pop up whenever Kellix wakes up, for however short the interval. Hope you like pop-ups.]
[After thirty seconds, the window closes on its own. Should anyone connect one dot to the next and go check in the room where Kellix the skele!droid has been stored, they'll find him-- well, still prone in the made bed, but his optical receptors are lit up and his internal systems seem to be making fairly regular whirring and whizzing noises. That's a good sign, right?
These messages pop up whenever Kellix wakes up, for however short the interval. Hope you like pop-ups.]
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Oh, I'm Angel.
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Good to meet you, Angel.
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I'm sorry, I guess I'm a little behind, is there something you need?
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[That's not an answer to her question, is it?]
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Your colleague Sam contacted me. I thought it best to visit personally so I'm currently laid up in one of your headquarter's otherwise empty rooms.
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Oh, no I'd love to if you'll have me. I'll be there in a minute, okay? Did you want me to bring you anything?
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But then again, no one particularly cared that end of the border planets, anyway. If you wanted to live, you proved it the way everyone else did: you killed for the right. )
So, sure, she's used to it, but even so, she's learned to tune it out. Because so much violence later, the gluttonous nature of all Pandorans, it had gone past sickening, to so shockingly intimate to someone's insides, all on display like that.
Worse, because she knows what she is, and how she wants to touch. To trace her fingers on the metal skeleton, brush the back of her knuckles to the tubes and wires. Feel the spark and hum of the life in him the way only she could. Feed her power into him.
She musn't do any of that. She keeps her gaze, her stance, respectful as she comes into the room announcing herself with a polite cough. ] Hey, I'm Angel.
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Click. Whir. Something stirs in his basic systems, a rhythmic series of small sounds.]
Hello Angel. It's good to meet you.
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[ She moves further into the room, three steps away at all times. Going to find a chair and settling into it. Ankles crossed and tucked under her. Fingers knotted up and settled into her lap ( an almost forced grip, to make sure they do not wander from her ). Sitting where he could see her without straining himself too much from that angle and a pleasant expression on her face. ]
I guess this is why you didn't need anything, huh?
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[That goes for regardless of his physical functions, honestly. Generally speaking, he's fairly self sufficient when he isn't lying prone in some strange bed. It's not like he needs to consume hot soup to feel better.]
But thank you for thinking of me. That's kind.
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It's nothing. Mostly, we're all friendly people. [ One or two exceptions, really. ] I know a thing or two about robotics, so if there's a proverbial itch that's bothering you in your wiring, I might be able to help with that too.
[ A laughing offer. CL4T-TPs complained about it, sometimes, when there was something not wired right, so to speak. A niggling in their mind. If it was just wiring, she couldn't do too much, right? ]
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[He sounds pretty unconcerned. It isn't comfortable, but he clearly knew what he was getting himself into.]
Anyway, one of your colleagues - Pidge - is going to see if they can modify my equipment for safe reintegration. Thank you though.
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I'm so sorry.
[ She nods and - well, Pidge was very good, and better Pidge than her, given here she doesn't seem to have an in between. Once was enough, and it's not something she wants to risk. ] She's very good, I am sure she'll get you sorted in no time so you don't have to feel like that anymore.
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[He sounds gentle, patient - if he's learned nothing else today, it's that these people are stranger than he expected them to be. They don't understand basic things he expected them to; they focus an inordinate amount on his perceived comfort levels. It's funny and strange and maybe a little bit sad.
He tries not to feel that last one. It's easy. He has lots of practice. Instead, Kellix says brightly:]
You might offer to help her. One of the places Pidge has to go is potentially dangerous. It wouldn't hurt for her to have back up.
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How so?
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[He doesn't sound worried, just...cautious. It never hurts to be that.]
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I think she can too, but you're right. I'll look over it with her, and see what help I can give her. We definitely all try to look after each other here.
[ It's not quite in her mind to go with her - not out of fear so much as she's not the one that goes anywhere. ]