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 Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 9:46 am
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The very moment the three travelers walked through the door, Lee was alerted of their presence. The darkness of the grocery store completely coated him as he stood down the bread isle. The windows at the front of the store gave in some light, but he had walked deeper into the store, where it was darker. Ultra sensitive hearing picked up every minuet sound. From their slightly elevated heart rates, to the birds circling in the air outside.
A loaf of wheat bread was held in his hands, the bag having been opened previously by a human, or chewed on by rats. There was mold on the bread, and he was taking his time and examining it. The pupils of his blue eyes twisted 90 degrees to the left, then the right, black pupils widening like that of a cat. In the blink of an eye, his world faded into shades of green and gray areas. Night vision. The shelves around him bloomed into life, getting a little bit of a glare as he looked toward the front of the store. Blinking again, he switched to infrared. Instantly he spotted the three warm bodies just coming into the store. The bread was effectively dropped.
At first he wasn't sure what to do. He had wanted a chance to meet with other survivors, but he couldn't be sure how this three would react to him, and no doubt suspicion would run high if a shirtless male was walking around in a dark grocery store without a flashlight. Blinking once more, his vision returned to normal, but his pupils stayed wide so he could see better in the dark. Breathing deep with his artificial lungs, he slowly crept backward, further into the store so he could think of what he should do. One option would be to engage them right out. Startling them or having them happen upon him might not bode well.. Perhaps if he acted like a lost human, maybe called out once he heard one of them make a noise or knock over something. This most certainly was a....processing... Tough decision.
His chest heaved out another breath, purifying the air as it passed through his mechanical system. There were two ways he could 'breath'. He could do it like a regular human being, or he could shut down his lungs and take in air through his skin. More filtration went with that option, but if he looked like he wasn't breathing, that would be a bad thing.
Standing for a few moments longer down at the very end of the bread isle, Lee decided it would be best to make his presence known, so with a quick configuration of his vocal cords, he finally spoke a few words after weeks of silence.
"Is anyone there?" he called out, walking back up the bread isle slowly, arms hanging nonthreatening at his sides. He had even added a crack in his voice, to give it a more human feel. He had worked out the metallic twang in his voice months ago, now sounding like nothing more then a lost human inquiring about if he was alone or not.
๑￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ￭ ๑
☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒
"I am equipped with the largest computational,
comprehensive, and calculating brain that has ever existed.
I apologize if that makes you feel... inferior."
'Goodnight,' said the night man,XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
'We are programmed to receive...XXXXXXXXX
you can check out anytime you like..XXX
but you can never leave..'
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 4:50 pm
"How do I live without people? I dunno."
Miguel Brava-Marion Dieciocho  Miguel smiled at Avery's retort, toting his pipe over his shoulder.
"Then I can run just as fast as you can."
As they entered the abdandoned grocery store, a wave of nostalgia washed over Miguel as he remembered this place. Before his forced agoraphobia, he'd coome here many times with his mom. He'd only been a child then in relation now... though he didn;t notice much of a change in him, since he didn't have much to influence him in his house, not even videos or DVDs. He took tentative steps through the aisles, keeping Avery's back as Chandler followed along with them. His pipe was up next to his head as he adopted a batter's position in his arms, ready to act accordingly on anything they encountered if they had any funny business to bump into. He breathed slowly and quietly so as not to perturb anything that might draw attention to himself.
"Is anyone there?"
Ah well. Looks like someone else would do it for him. When the voice sounded, he turned immediately in its direction. It was human by the sound of it, no radio voices like what the normal eleTRIKO bots, so it wouldn't have been possible for it to be a bot. But as they walked closer, he noticed he was... shirtless? Okay, reality check. One, met two other people on his first day out of his house. Two, it was right after the robot had been taken down by Chandler. Three, found the grocery store nearby despite it having to be much farther than they expected. And now four... finding shirtless people in said grocery store... in the dark? Once again, he'd picked a perfect day to come out. Without thinking about who it might be, he called back.
"Just us!"] "How do people that are allergic to chocolate live without Thin Mints?"
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 5:45 pm
"People of the future will remember, her fate was something she brought upon herself"xxxxxxxxxxα v ε я y тyℓεя c ø ℓ ε Things were eerily quiet, and everyone seemed on their guard. She hauled the wrench off of her shoulder, but held it tightly. She had no reason to worry too much, after all, she had quite a swing. It was a voice that startled Avery, and her surprise was evidence, even as she turned to face its source. It was a man, probably another survivor. He was shirtless, and looked to be without imperfection-- having lived for any amount of time here, one would accumulate scars. Even so, she wasn't as surprised by that as the fact that he was without a weapon.
Mickey spoke up immediately, and had she been close enough she might've thought to silence him with a knock to the back of the head, if a stifling hand didn't do the job. Though, she was too far to react, and there it was. All on the table. Mickey seemed in no way suspicious of the new survivor, and somehow that didn't surprise Avery a bit. He had sounded human, but Avery knew better than most the advances of technology, despite the fact that even her wall unit, back at home, had a voice consisting off spliced messages that had been previously recorded.
Avery had never thought of herself as perfect, and anyone was capable of hypocrisy. She was suspicious, and before he could further address them she interrupted. "You don't have a weapon." One did not walk anywhere without something with which to defend themselves, unless there was nothing to fear. Avery made no attempt to mask her suspicion, but she was smart enough not to come out and accuse him of being just like to cold steel bastards that had killed the majority of the city's population.
Either way, if he was a machine, it would be easy enough for him to take them down. Avery was smart enough to know that, and to figure that maybe provoking him, or it, was unwise. She could only hope that she was being paranoid, that she would later be able to be embarrassed by her brashness, put herself in the same boat as Chandler, and they could all have a good laugh-- actually, to be around later was all she could really of anything. And thus far, she'd been granted that privilege, but how much longer before her luck ran out?
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 7:14 pm
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The first reply he received was not one he had been expecting. What he had been expecting was something like a surprised yelp, or perhaps a rushed and shouting voice demanding who he was. Even the second voice that spoke up did not fall under those responses.
He walked farther into the light from the windows of the front of the store, giving them full visibility of himself. No scars indeed, but his feet were ruddy looking, though that probably wasn't any consolation for the blue haired female. He could already assess by the way she stood and how she stared at him that her suspicions were already on high. He couldn't blame her, he did look a bit out of place. Lee stood there quietly, not really sure how to respond. On one hand, he could lie, tell them had he had previously had a weapon, but lost it and sought shelter here, but lying was illogical. On the other hand, if he told the truth, it could instantly make him enemies of the three, and his... processing... desperation for companionship of any kind of was making him lean toward the later of the two.
Lee suddenly realized that he was probably making them nervous, standing there and merely staring quietly at them with icy blue eyes. Well, it was now or never, as the human saying went.
"I have yet to find one that I like." he said quietly, taking a tentative step toward them, hands clenching and unclenching once at his sides. Another realization dawned on him. He sounded far to analytical in his last sentence, but he let it slide. If they figured out what he was, then so be it. Lee calculated it would easier just to not deny who he was, but rather try and portray that he wasn't a threat, that he was not one of the many androids who were infected. The possibility of him getting infected were very, very, very slim. Not unless one of the other androids roaming the streets had a connectivity wire hanging from the back of their neck, and specifically placed it with gentle ease into the slot hidden under the plate on the back of his neck. Like he said, slim.
"I apologize if I am trespassing in your grocery store.. I was looking for a place to relax for a while." Not the whole truth. He merely wanted to get out off the streets and take some time to do what he was best at: data collection.
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☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒
"I am equipped with the largest computational,
comprehensive, and calculating brain that has ever existed.
I apologize if that makes you feel... inferior."
'Goodnight,' said the night man,XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
'We are programmed to receive...XXXXXXXXX
you can check out anytime you like..XXX
but you can never leave..'
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 2:09 pm
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_____________________________________________________t h e _ D A R E D E V I L Chandler kept up with the blue-haired girl easily. Well, kind of easily. She had speed, he wasn't going to deny that. More than he'd expected, especially with the way her body was built-- but who was he to judge? Appearance is a flexible thing. Miguel, if anything, was proof of that. He was an adult in appearance, but his mannerisms showed that on the inside, he was no older than a child. Sure, he'd been paranoid. Sure, he was probably going to continue to be paranoid until they gave him a damn good reason to trust them, but that's just how he was. After you go through the pain of losing everything once, you learn to shy away from having something worth losing. Companionship in these deadly times, reliable companionship at that, was something that he wouldn't want to lose. He didn't let the thought of them sticking around grow in his mind, though. They had yet to prove themselves, and he had yet to soften his shell.
Upon entering the run down store that the girl claimed to be 'safe', his alert was on high, adrenaline rushing through his veins preparing him to fight. Chandler had always been a fighter. As reckless and impulsive as he was now, that was something that never changed. Fight or flight didn't exist in Chandler's mind. It had always been fight or fight. He had his older brother to thank for that. Luke for him it became an attribute that came in handy.
As it turned out, he was right to be on high alert and he was right to be watchful. Amid the deteriorating boxes and the non-perishable cans of food stood a man hidden in the shadows. Well, at least he looked like a man. Chandler's eyebrows furrowed together in frustration as he scanned the other. There was no ******** way this could really be happening. Two people he could accept as a coincidence, as an odd swing of luck but three? There was definitely something fishy going on there. There was no way he could be that lucky, no way that this was all just coincidence. Also, Chandler wasn't really one to believe in fate, and in his paranoid mind, this spelled trouble no matter which way he looked at it.
There were three things that were weird about him. First, he was shirtless. Second, he was relatively clean. Third, he didn't have a weapon. Fourth, his language sounded insanely proper. And last but not least, he didn't have a weapon. Chandler frowned and held a tight grip around his weapon, though he stood in a non-threatening stance.
He was too formal, too.. proper for someone who hasn't seen another person. In fact, everything about this guy was weird. He was shirtless-- it wasn't how in shape he was that made him look weird, it was the fact that he had no scars, no bruises, no scratches. Nothing that showed that he'd been roughing it up to get by like the rest of them. Chandler stopped himself short, he couldn't be this way. He couldn't be overly paranoid, it would result in him being alone for the rest of the time he spent alive in this God-forsaken city. He was tempted to call out a basic command, something to test the waters, but of course that would just add onto his paranoid demeanor. He normally wouldn't care, but something like this could really come back and bite him in the a**. Being overly paranoid meant that others would perceive you as disloyal and self interested. It meant people would get the idea that you were only looking out for yourself and wouldn't stick around and help out of they were ever in a tough spot-- Hell, they wouldn't be completely wrong in assuming that, but Chandler was sure that they were all the same. At the end of the day, they were their own priority.
“State your serial number.” The command came without him wanting it to. His voice was low, thankfully. So low that the others wouldn't have heard it, unless of course they had acute hearing. And no human had hearing that good.
[ o o c ] Sorry I've been gone for so long, Drama happened. Got kicked out of my house. I have semi-reliable internet access now. Hopefully everything will simmer down and I'll have daily access again soon. Again, I apologize. This was kinda out of my control. [ / o o c ]
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:32 pm
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The gears in his shoulders silently shifted, the human equvalent of squaring ones shoulders and standing up straighter. The third of the party's voice reached him, and for once Lee was ungrateful for his supersonic senses. Pupils turned a full 180, growing in size until the entire surface of his prosthetic eyes were blacked over, his body stiffening and standing much like that of a toy solider.
"524478651344813410003" The numbers streamed out in a typical metallic twang before the sequence finished, his vocal cords returning to normal instantly.
The number would mean nothing to them, except to confirm what he really was. A scientist or an android creator would only care about the last four numbers. 0003. That number mean that he was the 3rd in line to be made, out of the possible thousands of androids out there. Lee was one from the original generation of multimillion dollar projects. After about five of them, the company realized that people were not going to pay that much, and so they themselves started cutting back, started to make cheaper, more affordable ones for regular people. That was why Lee had been kept at the company, he was never purchased.
This was one of those instances where he wished he had been allowed to interact with regular people, so he could gain the skills to gain human trust to live among them. But that wouldn't do if the right questions were asked. He couldn't hide from his own programming and disobey an order, and that serial number question had hit the nail on the head, as another human saying went.
His muscles relaxed and his pupils twirled in circles until they were the correct size once more. Lee stood there, blinking, quiet. If he were human, and capable of acting awkward, he would have. Though one could say if they wished that he was standing there awkwardly.
Lee's chest heaved out a heavy breath, eyes softening as his eyebrows lowered, looking over their faces, their intriguing faces. He couldn't bring himself to lie to them, not that he could now. The cat was out of the bag.
He really had to stop using those sayings.. His creator had been full of them.
Raising a hand slowly, he pressed the tips of his fingers to the faux skin of his chest, the material feeling quite like real flesh, even to him. "I am Model Lee, full issued name Lee Richard Thomas. I am a home companion addition that has never been purchased. My creator said I was to expensive to release into the general public. They were not willing to lower my price. Stingy, as some referred to it." His hand lowered again slowly, blue eyes shifting from one face, then another. "I am a non lethal unit, my code does not hold the malfunction, and my main purpose is data collection. But that mission has become moot. I no longer have a human scientist with which to return my findings to." He wasn't sure why he was spouting all this off. Perhaps if he just kept talking, they would become a bit more comfortable with him, even after finding out he was an android. "I apologize for startling you, I have not been in contact with humans for.... let me rephrase. I have not been in the company of normal, regular, everyday people my whole life, I have yet to experience how to act accordingly, which will explain my pattern of speech." That was where he cut off, finding it useless to continue speaking. It was up to them now whether they accepted him or not.
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☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒☑☒
"I am equipped with the largest computational,
comprehensive, and calculating brain that has ever existed.
I apologize if that makes you feel... inferior."
'Goodnight,' said the night man,XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
'We are programmed to receive...XXXXXXXXX
you can check out anytime you like..XXX
but you can never leave..'
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 8:49 am
"How do I live without people? I dunno."
Miguel Brava-Marion Dieciocho Miguel's brain hurt. It huuuuuuuuurt. What was going on? In the past few moments, they had walked into some creepy dark supermarket, bumped into some shirtless guy, finally heard Chandler speak up, and now the dude was a robot?
"Urgh..."
His head throbbed with relentlessly piercing agony as the entire situation bashed itself through his skull, forcing itself down into his cranium. After all, he wasn't going to survive long without enough information about this seemingly new world he'd stepped back into. I mean, look at Chandler and Avery and this... robot?
"Hmm..."
That was the other thing on his mind. He'd known a lot of friends who'd been actors before he left, really shockingly real actors who could mimic life in eerily convincing ways. One time, they'd led him to believe that his parents had died and he spent an entire month in mourning, only to be re-introduced to his parents. It was an amazing prank, though he needed therapy afterwards. A sneaking paranoia in the back of his mind refused to believe that this person was just another robot. Besides, he hadn't tried to kill them quite yet.
He looked to the half-naked guy in front of them, toned and chiseled. It was no big deal, his own body was about the same, though a different shade of skin. His pants seemed amazingly clean, it must have been part of the mechanism. A lot of robots that looked like humans -- androids, he thought they were called -- often had no skin on their legs, simply wires and gadgetry covered up by a soft rubber and covered again by a pair of pants. But for some odd reason, they never made them with a shirt. Odd. Probably just squeamish, the lot of them... so that was the case. His shirt had probably dissolved into dust by now, which explained the bare chest. As he inspected him, a thought came to his mind.
"Say... what kind of information have you been storing...?"
That could make the difference, this bot could've been storing information about what's been going on and how to change it.
[[OOC: And by the by, there are not enough words to say how sorry I am. So sorry for my disappearances...]] "How do people that are allergic to chocolate live without Thin Mints?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 6:02 pm
"People of the future will remember, her fate was something she brought upon herself"xxxxxxxxxxα v ε я y тyℓεя c ø ℓ εAvery might've noticed that his way of speaking was odd, and entirely too formal. As if he were unpracticed in speech. She might've found it a little more odd, if it weren't for the fact that she'd just met Mickey. Any hope she could've had for ignorance was ruined. Chandler, damn him, uttered the magic words. Avery turned her head toward him with the intentions of offering him a withering stare. She'd been alone too long, forgotten the capabilities of human ears, but it was too late, then. The thing, the hunk of metal, spouted more than enough to have confirmed their suspicions.
Everyone accepted it without protest, and Avery was more than a little insulted. Still, she could see no reason to argue with them. Fine, they could talk to it, and they could do whatever they wanted, she'd been in the city alone for years, a couple of minutes wouldn't hurt her. Avery pushed back her vibrant hair, and gave something like a scoff, the disgust hardly veiled, before she walked straight past the shirtless metal wonder, and farther into the grocery store.
Obviously, they were the most dangerous things in there, or their little introduction would've been interrupted by flesh lacerating blades, or whatever the latest pile of gears was packing. The grocery store was surprisingly well-stocked, for having been here so long. It wasn't that people hadn't found it, or hadn't been using it, it was simply that there were so many places like this that they all took a bit of the hit, and the shelves stayed stocked. It had been a long time since Avery had seen any other survivors here, though, and she'd always assumed that she'd been one of the lucky few to remain while the others rotted in shallow, or even without, graves.
Avery picked through the cans. Most everything, by now, had passed its expiration date, but very few things in cans actually went bad by their given date. And in a place like this, in desperate times, like this, there was no "playing it safe" they had neither the time to spare, nor the supplies to chose from. And Avery would rather eat than go hungry, after all, she was only human. The grocery store was a large chain, most of its products were brand names.
Not that it mattered. Every company in the city might as well have been ran into the ground, there certainly wasn't any clientèle left, if there was anyone at all there to serve them. Money in the city had lost all value, and Avery occasionally wondered what it was like outside of the city, if things were still the way she'd remembered them. Selfish, dog eat dog. Really, besides the nice clothes and the paper currency, there wasn't a whole lot of difference. Avery allowed herself a bitter smile, even as she reached for a can of ... and checked it for dents, or cracks. She wasn't so desperate as to open what could potentially be a can of worms, literally.
[OOC: Sorry it's so short. D;]
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 9:03 pm
_____________________ C H A N D L E R
_____________________________________________________t h e _ D A R E D E V I L ❝ 524478651344813410003 ❞ Chandler's features stiffened and his entire body froze. He'd been right. He'd been right and he was about to toss his suspicions aside because he didn't want to look like a paranoid nutcase. The sandy-haired man stood there silently, listening to the android continue talking. He thought about the other machines: they weren't too intelligent and had a tendency to attack on sight. Impulsive just like he was. This android -Lee, he said his name was- wasn't like that at all. He had the capability of speech, something he hadn't seen in the bots that now patrolled the city. Hell, there were many things he hadn't seen before the robot apocalypse. The most important one being the Rules of Robotics being tossed aside. Speaking of the rules.. He could use the Laws of Robotics to gauge how trustworthy this android was.
The three rules were pretty much simple: 1. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm-- Well, that one was shot to hell right away. The machines didn't hesitate in attacking a human, or anything that lived for that matter. 2. A robot must obey any orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. Even when it didn't conflict with the first law, they stopped listening. During the take over, he recalled running through the streets listening to his fellow humans scream shut down command to no avail. And of course, the final rule: 3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law. The machines now did whatever they could to stay alive, it didn't matter whether or not that meant butchering a human. In fact, that's what the robots preferred to do. No. That's not what they preferred to do. That's what they were programed to do.
So seeing as how all three rules of robotics were shot to hell, what were the chances of this android being trustworthy? In Chandler's eyes, they were slim to none. His eyes drifted over to the blue-haired girl, who had left their side and went in search of food. They then drifted over to Miguel, the man-child of the group. The boy's question made a lot of sense to ask-- if he really was a machine's whose sole purpose was to collect data, it would be nice to know how much data he'd collected and by what means he attained this data. There were so many other questions that were swimming around in Chandler's head. When was the last time that Lee had encountered humans? Why or how did he get separated from that group of humans? What was his purpose now that his masters and creators were dead and gone? There were so many questions, but for now, food was brought to the top of his priorities.
The clanking of cans was what brought him out of the questioning, paranoid state he'd been in. He hadn't actually eaten something in, what, a day and half, maybe? He had a good supply of water and kept it in the place he took shelter. Food, unfortunately, was something that was harder for him to come by. Chandler turned to the android and gave an exasperated sigh-- he just wanted to eat already. “For now, you stay with us. You're going to have to show us your connections log to ensure that you're not infected with that stupid doom code. Any funny business, Lee, and... Well, let's just say that this serves as your warning..”
Chandler tried to make it sound like a legitimate threat, but he was pretty sure that it would fall flat. Lee said that his creators made him to be expensive and he was sure that not all of the money went into artificial intelligence. He was sure that Lee had a very strong defense system stored within him. He had to, I mean, look at him. Not a single scratch. Valid or not, the empty threat got his point across... he hoped.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 6:26 am
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What kind of information? Lee instantly assumed that they three of them would not want a long drawn out explanation, seeing as how the third of the group who asked his serial number was already walking off to find himself some food. Even the blue haired female had left their presence, obviously disinterested. Or she had come to the conclusion that he was not a threat, and therefore Lee was fine to stay with them. Wonderful.
He merely nodded to Chandler, but in that nod was a promise that he would do his very best to uphold. As the three humans began to search the store for edible things, he joined Miguel at his side, offering a small programmed smile.
"I have millions of gigabytes with which I have stored everything I have learned thus far. At the company I was made to watch television and.... 'surf the web' all day long. I would help my creators build other smaller robotic pieces, and for a time I was helping a surgeon with the creation of cybernetic organs. I felt.... happy that I was to be a part of something that would help humans. Organs have come a long way from just waiting for another human being to die off. Now without the need for that, people are much healthier these days.."
Blah blah blah. Get him started and he was off like a racehorse. Talkative little bugger. Well, considering he hadn't had anyone to talk to in what seemed like forever, he was more than willing to fill the silent, unwelcoming air with mindless chatter.
"Well.. not now a days I suppose. There are more dead than alive." He also didn't take into consideration that he could be a bit morbid at times, but his tone never changed.
As he walked with Miguel, he looked around the store, his hands resting idly at his sides. "I have also taken the time outside of the company to study plant life and minerals. Nature is fascinating. Not to mention the human body. You are very interesting. " he turned to look back at Miguel, his smile having broadened, so excited at the prospect of being in the company of others. "You are self sustaining organism, the most advanced in all of nature. You are the equivalent of myself, except.. real." he added quietly, reaching up to prod gently at the others shoulder and neck with one finger, feeling the soft skin with his own faux skin, looking surprised by the feel of it.
"Fascinating."
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"I am equipped with the largest computational,
comprehensive, and calculating brain that has ever existed.
I apologize if that makes you feel... inferior."
'Goodnight,' said the night man,XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
'We are programmed to receive...XXXXXXXXX
you can check out anytime you like..XXX
but you can never leave..'
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