Dr Vladagonapus
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- Posted: Wed, 15 Feb 2012 22:51:47 +0000
❖ "People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all,
and I fake them well. That’s my burden, I guess."
and I fake them well. That’s my burden, I guess."
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- "Francis!!!" The cyborg paused in his work, his head turning upwards towards the ceiling. His CPU replayed the scream a couple times before quickly identifying the voice as his creator's. ROSM set the broom and dustpan down without a second thought process and left Francis' lab. The machine ignored the fact that he could be seen, Sam's safety far more important than it. He ran passed the elevators, heading straight for the stairs. His heavy footfalls making quite a bit of noise as he practically took two steps at a time. He swung the door open expecting to see his creator injured or fighting someone off. ROSM paused just seeing Sam walking to her closet with a reddened face and dampened cheeks. She looked over to the cyborg quickly at his sudden entrance, her eyes a little wide. In two long strides he was standing in front of the physicist, his HUD changing into his x-ray option. No broken or fractured bones, no internal bleeding. His vision returned to its original setting as he grabbed her head turning it this way and that. "Hey!" At first she flailed her arms at the uncomfortable action, and then just pushed herself away from the cyborg. "No sign of brain trauma." Instead of an angry look, Sam looked puzzled. "You let out a cry of distress." ROSM replied to explain his actions. His creator just nodded and turned back to her closet, grabbing her clothes for the day. Knowing now that nothing was physically wrong with the blonde scientist his CPU analyzed that it had to be something emotional.
"Your eyes." He motioned to her recently cried out eyes. ROSM recalled seeing her like this before, though the occurrence previously seemed less significant. "You said it was nothing....Its gotten worse." Sam set her clothes out on top of the bed and turned to ROSM, her eyes still stung from crying so hard. "It...it was just a really bad dream." The cyborg tilted his head to the right for a moment. "About Francis." Even though it sort of sounded like a question Sam knew it wasn't. She nodded and studied her husband's lookalike for a few moments. The cyborg's appearance made her happy...yet sad at the same time. It was great being in Francis' presence but then she remembered that this wasn't him, just a cybernetic organism made to look like him. Samantha started to rethink making ROSM with Francis' appearance, but she knew that she did it in one of her rare emotional times. His CPU started to process the information he'd learned so far about his creator's watery eyes. So far he'd come to the conclusion that emotional pain caused it...at least for her it seemed. He already knew that at other times humans cried when physical pain became too much to bare. "What...was the dream?" He asked almost hesitantly it sounded. Sam's expression saddened, she really didn't want to talk about it and was half tempted to scold ROSM for even asking. But she knew he was only curious, wanting more information to better understand the world he was built into.
Sam to a seat on the end of her bed, her hands cupped together on her lap. "There.....was blood everywhere. He laid lifeless....eyes open....clothes torn up like he was in a fight...." Sam found herself unable to give as much detail as she normal would have been able to if this was merely a common nightmare or dream. Her eyes began to tear up again as ROSM stepped closer, standing at the side of the bed watching her expressions and motions....studying her. "The light in his eyes was gone.........I just hugged him..." Fresh tears dropped down her face and over her cheeks, her shoulders shook faintly as she began to sob quietly. ROSM now understood why Samantha made him. He wasn't created to protect her physically as he was made to protect her emotionally. He was the wall between her and having to experience the real feelings of loss. The cyborg felt something that could be classified as regret for asking about the nightmare...but if he hadn't asked...he may not have fully understood his purpose for being now. He was actually proud to have such an important mission. It quarantined him a continuous existence, for as long as Sam or someone near her needed a guardian he'd be needed or even wanted. Though his CPU transmitted this as a good reason to exist he couldn't help but wonder if he could do other things as well. So far it seemed he could, as Sam let him do as he pleased most of the time as long as he remained hidden for the rest of the occupants of the mansion.
Another question that had been on hold for some time came up in his CPU, but at the moment Sam seemed to melancholy to even try to answer. ROSM looked around for a moment not sure what to do in this situation at all. Various videos and advice websites flashed before his eyes on his HUD before the cyborg took a seat next to the human woman. He almost nervously rubbed her back lightly, patting it occasionally the action made Sam look back up at him. Her expression was one of astonishment. Sam had expected her creation to learn quickly, but he seemed to also understand things at almost the same pace. A smile tugged at her lips, making the cyborg stop rubbing her back with a sincere expression. "Thank you." She said softly as ROSM simply nodded. "Can I ask another question?" Sam wiped the last tears off her cheeks and nodded, a little surprised that he didn't just proceed asking in the first place. "Why you look like Francis?" The physicist asked for him, making the cyborg arch up his right eyebrow. He nodded firmly, this question had been on hold since he first noticed that he shared his secondary creators appearance. "I hadn't planned on it originally. I was just going to build you hyperalloy endoskeleton. But after re-watching the Terminator series...I decided to give you your own physical features....The Francis got called away from a mission by S.H.I.E.L.D. He wasn't able to say what it was about and isn't allowed to call. After a couple weeks....I suppose...I." Sam started to fidget, she had never felt lonely or depressed before Francis left. "Well...I got lonely...I missed seeing him all the time." She looked back to ROSM, a small smile on her lips. "So...I gave you his looks in hopes that I wouldn't feel that way anymore. And so far...it's only helped a little." ROSM nodded slowly and stood up, walking back over to the door. "Shall I finish his gift?" Sam stood up as well and shook her head no. "I'd....like to work on it together some more. Give you a chance to ask more questions." With that Sam picked up her clothes and walked into her bathroom, shutting the door. ROSM stayed where he was for a few moments before taking his seat again on the end of the bed, his CPU processing all that he's learned so far.
❖ "All you can do is play along at life,
and hope that sometimes you get it right."
and hope that sometimes you get it right."
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IP Address: X-Mansion - Sam's & Francis' BedroomXXXTelecommunication Systems Functioning: SamXXXPlace Of Origin: X-Men
Suitable Clothing: light blue polo, beige pants & blk shoesXXXDecibel Overload: Derezzed Reconfigured // Alive // Tron Legacy: End Titles // Skynet Symphonic
Suitable Clothing: light blue polo, beige pants & blk shoesXXXDecibel Overload: Derezzed Reconfigured // Alive // Tron Legacy: End Titles // Skynet Symphonic
(( Obssession over coffee: Will do a Sam posty as soon as I'm able ))