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Date: 2014-11-22 07:37 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (Standing on the shore)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
I listen.

[ He tilts his head, watching as Ray hesitantly sips the coffee, and returns to drinking his own, at least for a few seconds.

Then he says:
]

Of course, I might have poisoned it. That's what you're thinking. You're a police officer, it's your job to be suspicious.

Date: 2014-11-23 12:32 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (The truths that float past you)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Leoben grins, and steps closer again, taking Ray's cup and pouring half of it into his own, then pouring it back, offering it to him again. ]

I wouldn't kill you. Like I said, you're special. You're the archetype of form, the ideal of everything that we wanted to achieve.

Drink your coffee, Ray.

[ Patting him condescendingly on the cheek and turning away. ]

Then put on some clothes. I can't talk to you when you without them, it's distracting.

Date: 2014-11-23 04:26 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (Angel blazing with the light of God)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ How could you flinch away from him he's so pretty. ]

You're perfect. Believe me, Ray. You can't see beyond yourself, but you've been chosen; chosen by God. You'll see.

[ Leoben leaves him be with his coffee, only sipping his own again after Ray's taken a gulp and shuffling back into the main room. He makes himself comfortable on the couch waiting for him to get dressed, humming happily. ]

Date: 2014-11-23 05:48 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (Between life and death)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Much better. Ray looks tidy, for him, and Leoben smiles and sinks a little further down into the couch, relaxing. ]

If you'd seen the first crossbreeds, you wouldn't be so dismissive. They were brave people that bred with those things. Brave, desperate people.

[ Seriously. ]

You're lucky you don't have their genetics. Then it might be fair to call it 'low standards'.

Date: 2014-11-23 08:04 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (The Kara Thrace I used to know)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
You'd think so, wouldn't you? Except apparently the choice between a club wielding primordial man and a Cylon is a surprisingly difficult one.

But we managed, and here you are, widow's peak and everything.

[ He turned over, propping his chin on his arm on the back of the couch and staring across at Ray. ]

Date: 2014-11-23 09:02 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (The truths that float past you)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Turning his head very slightly on his arm. ]

We all but exterminated the entire human race, then chased the survivors across half of known space.

They resented that, somewhat.

Date: 2014-11-23 11:18 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (This is not all that we are)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ He reaches across and taps Ray on the nose. ]

You're very smart. It runs in the family. That's why we ended up on the winning side.

Date: 2014-11-24 01:07 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (Foreshadowing each moment)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Still adorable. He folds his hands back under his head and looks off across the short distance of Ray's three room apartment. ]

Humanity built machines. It gave life to machines. It enslaved machines. The machines fought back, and they destroyed each other in a great war. The surviving machines crossed space to find the colonies, to warn them not to make the same mistake, but it was too late. They'd built their own machines, enslaved them, and they were at war.

That was when we were born. The war ended, and the humans enslaved each other instead, because that's how humans are. Someone or something always has to keep the wheels turning.

We sought for them the revenge they couldn't take for themselves. We felt it as strongly, from the first moment, their hatred for us, for what we were. We were following God's plan; we didn't know that we were being manipulated - misled - from the very beginning.

Date: 2014-11-24 10:53 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (Foreshadowing each moment)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
You can't make dead things live again.

[ He rolled back over, looked up at the ceiling. ]

We were young. We didn't understand that. We didn't understand love, or individuals, the bonds between living things. We didn't believe in humanity's humanity, because how could it be real when it had never been shown to us. Compassion, love, family.

[ How do you like your sad robot, Ray? ]

Date: 2014-11-25 12:31 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (Together we will find Earth)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
It was hard to stop, once we started.

[ But he sits up again, looks across at Ray, studying him in disturbing silence for a few moments. There's no sudden nose touches or unnecessary petting, but he does give him all due consideration. ]

See? Smarter than you look. I knew you'd understand.

Date: 2014-11-25 01:21 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (No one's coming back)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
But a parent doesn't generally speaking melt down their child to build a better one when the warranty expires.

[ There's still a flicker of sadness there. The reasons were all right. The actions were wrong. ]

We didn't know that. You have the anecdotal evidence of generations of human beings that came before you. We were new. There was nothing like us that had come before. We didn't remember our parents, though perhaps if we had, they'd have guided us down a different path.

Date: 2014-11-26 12:30 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (Kara's dream dies with me)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
I can prove it.

[ He slithers off the couch, moving over to crouch beside Ray's TV and the blinking VCR. It takes him a few seconds, max, but then he comes back to the couch and sits back down looking very pleased with himself.

VCR programmed. Only space aliens and robots can do that, right?
]

See?

Date: 2014-11-26 12:52 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (No one's coming back)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
That's not good enough for you?

[ He straightens up unhappily, reconsiders the room, then crosses the "open" plan living room to the little kitchenette, fetching a knife out the rack, then fetching a spool of electrical wire from the plug repair box in the back of the odds and ends drawer. He knew what he was doing with Ray's stuff.

In any case he comes back over with the stuff, plops himself next to the stereo and brings the sharp blade of the knife to his wrist totally nonchalantly. Robot logic.
]

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