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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.
]

Date: 2014-11-26 01:06 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (Between life and death)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
It's fine, really.

[ But he grimaces as he does it, because it is sort of gross, and there's blood and oozing, and Leoben looks entirely too pleased with himself, unspooling the wire with sticky hands and snapping it with his teeth, then jabbing the sharp end into his arm. ]

There's no need to look so nervous, Ray. I'm not doing anything I wasn't designed to do.

Date: 2014-11-26 01:20 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (Standing on the shore)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Poor Ray. This is literally the worst thing that could happen to an oversensitive queasy at the sight of human suffering sort of guy, right?

Leoben finishes, letting the wire hang from his bleeding arm and bringing the other end up to jam into the stereo jack. He closes his eyes for a moment, and then the stereo turns on, and the radio tuner whirs through the channels, settling on a samba. The volume drops to a more conversational level.
]

Now do you believe me?

Date: 2014-11-26 01:29 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] hairlocked
Ray, answer the question. I can use the radio waves for other things. We can listen into the police scanner--

[ Which is what it does, with another little whir, and sure enough there's chatter from the neighborhood coming through it now. ]

--or we can feedback our conversation straight to the station through the tape recorder. That's easy too.

[ He cocks his head over again. Still oozing blood, still with his sticky fingers holding the wire to the machine. ]

I don't know what else to try.

Date: 2014-11-26 11:21 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (To understand her destiny)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Leoben sniffs, and grimaces, and drops his head down to pull the wire out of his wrist. The stereo switches to radio static in the meantime, and he gets the wire fall onto the floor with the bloodied knife, then wraps his hand around his wrist and looks back up, grinning victoriously. ]

I'm not as good at it as the others were.

[ Lonely noises. ]

Could you get the first aid kit?

Date: 2014-11-26 07:56 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (Love that bonds everything)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Leoben waits quietly, then takes the first aid kit and goes about getting his blood over everything in there too, thanks for helping, Ray. He manages to scrub away most of the blood under the wound, at least, sprays it with antiseptic, then bandages it one handed, using his teeth to tie a knot like he's just come from the trenches.

He huffs, relieved, but holds his arm nice and high to keep more blood from spilling. And then there's just him sitting in a bloody mess, grinning cheerfully at Ray.
]

You're special because we're genetically identical, Ray. But you're human. Entirely, one hundred percent human. You're beautiful.

Everything you do, your entire life, is more valuable than any presidency. You have a calling, you just don't know it yet.

Date: 2014-11-27 10:32 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (The truths that float past you)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
Identical physically, perhaps, but you're genetically perfect. Genetically, Ray. It's a mathematical improbability, but here you are.

[ Bloodied, but ever so cheerful, and suddenly he lunges across the space and wraps his bloodied hand around Ray's jaw, leaning up into him, pressing very close. ]

Here you are.

Date: 2014-11-28 12:58 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (No one's coming back)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
But I--

[ He lowered his hands. ]

I don't even know if any of the others are still alive. I haven't seen any of them for hundreds of years. And you're so...so young, and beautiful.

You don't like to be touched?

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