ColdHarem
Jester Prince
1 x 1 Human x Android RP for ColdHarem & PiperAllen
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Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (ColdHarem & PiperAllen)
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ColdHarem
Jester Prince
It was shaping up to be a really shitty week.
Rabbit hadn't been able to stay in any one place longer than a couple hours, and he was beginning to run out of places to hide. He'd spent two days clawing his way through tracts of desert, the dust storms howling angrily around him all the while, before finally he'd reached the borders of an old abandoned city. He felt sore and tired, though he could work out if that was because of the strain or because the dust had got into him. Perhaps the radiation here had affected him too. He wasn't bright, hadn't attended school; he didn't know what effect radiation had on androids. Coming to Earth had seemed like a bright idea at the time, but now- no, it wasn't fair to say it was worse than Mars.
Pushing thoughts of what had gone so wrong, and what he'd left behind aside, Rabbit tried to focus on the problem at hand. Two hours ago he'd gotten into a scrap with a bounty hunter, some arse who thought he was really clever, setting up elaborate explosive traps and the like. Rabbit had managed to twig that something was wrong just in time, but he hadn't escaped the blast entirely. The lower half of his left leg had separated from the knee down, and he'd lost all ability to control it.
Were people to believe him capable of such a thing, it would be fair to say that he was freaking out.
Handicapped and clueless, he'd hobbled around the explosion site, going from building to building in search of something, anything to get him out of this mess. Being on the run had been hard enough when he still had two functioning legs; if he stayed crippled, he'd be decommissioned within a day. Moreover, he was been hiding out in a city filled with chickenheads and criminals, hardly the best place to find help. Things weren't looking too shiny.
As he continued to stumble about, however, he came across what declared itself to be a mechanic's garage. Rabbit didn't know if it was as desolate as the rest of the city, but, with nothing left to lose, he dabbled in a spot of breaking and entering, smashing a window with his fist and then clicking open the lock, pulling the window open and slipping through.
Jackpot. Rabbit didn't know the first thing about android mechanics, but he could tell that what he was met with was the necessary equipment for someone who did to help him. He could figure it out, right? After all, how hard could it be...?
Apparently, the answer was pretty goddamn difficult. An hour later, he was holed up in a corner, surrounded by boxes upon boxes of spare parts and wires, and he was no further than he'd been at the beginning. In fact, if anything, he'd gone backwards - he was no longer capable of controlling the upper half of his left leg either now, though it at least had the decency to remain attached to him. He'd tried pulled and cutting a few wires, and apart from making a few things spark, he hadn't achieved much.
(sorry for how long it is, my first posts always tend to be, I'll mirror whatever you give me afterwards)
Rabbit hadn't been able to stay in any one place longer than a couple hours, and he was beginning to run out of places to hide. He'd spent two days clawing his way through tracts of desert, the dust storms howling angrily around him all the while, before finally he'd reached the borders of an old abandoned city. He felt sore and tired, though he could work out if that was because of the strain or because the dust had got into him. Perhaps the radiation here had affected him too. He wasn't bright, hadn't attended school; he didn't know what effect radiation had on androids. Coming to Earth had seemed like a bright idea at the time, but now- no, it wasn't fair to say it was worse than Mars.
Pushing thoughts of what had gone so wrong, and what he'd left behind aside, Rabbit tried to focus on the problem at hand. Two hours ago he'd gotten into a scrap with a bounty hunter, some arse who thought he was really clever, setting up elaborate explosive traps and the like. Rabbit had managed to twig that something was wrong just in time, but he hadn't escaped the blast entirely. The lower half of his left leg had separated from the knee down, and he'd lost all ability to control it.
Were people to believe him capable of such a thing, it would be fair to say that he was freaking out.
Handicapped and clueless, he'd hobbled around the explosion site, going from building to building in search of something, anything to get him out of this mess. Being on the run had been hard enough when he still had two functioning legs; if he stayed crippled, he'd be decommissioned within a day. Moreover, he was been hiding out in a city filled with chickenheads and criminals, hardly the best place to find help. Things weren't looking too shiny.
As he continued to stumble about, however, he came across what declared itself to be a mechanic's garage. Rabbit didn't know if it was as desolate as the rest of the city, but, with nothing left to lose, he dabbled in a spot of breaking and entering, smashing a window with his fist and then clicking open the lock, pulling the window open and slipping through.
Jackpot. Rabbit didn't know the first thing about android mechanics, but he could tell that what he was met with was the necessary equipment for someone who did to help him. He could figure it out, right? After all, how hard could it be...?
Apparently, the answer was pretty goddamn difficult. An hour later, he was holed up in a corner, surrounded by boxes upon boxes of spare parts and wires, and he was no further than he'd been at the beginning. In fact, if anything, he'd gone backwards - he was no longer capable of controlling the upper half of his left leg either now, though it at least had the decency to remain attached to him. He'd tried pulled and cutting a few wires, and apart from making a few things spark, he hadn't achieved much.
(sorry for how long it is, my first posts always tend to be, I'll mirror whatever you give me afterwards)
PiperAllen
Junior Member
Claire sat at her kitchen table, a notepad in front of her. She was making a neat list of supplies she would be needing soon. Luckily, she hadn't run out of anything essential yet. She could make a supply run to the next city and be back in a week. Her thoughts were interrupted, however, when she heard a crash coming from the mechanic's shop. She groaned, standing up and pulling on her jacket. She grabbed her gun, tucking it into the waistband of her pants. She left her kitchen and headed down the hall, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She stepped onto her porch and headed to her shop, unlocking the door and pushing it open.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't have any liquor in here for you to steal?" She asked angrily, assuming that whoever had broken into her shop was the old drunk who was always in search of anything containing alcohol. She paused. glancing at the locked supply container. It hadn't been tampered with. Normally it was the first thing the drunk tried to mess with. She frowned slightly, pulling out her gun. Maybe it wasn't the drunk. Claire had had a few close calls with some of the criminals living in the city before. This would be the first time they can into the shop, but she didn't put it past them. She wondered if she should have been more quiet when she had entered. She walked further the shop, turning a corner. She spotted the android instantly, gaping at it for a moment before speaking.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" She demanded, keeping her gun out. The android had a leg that was pretty messed up, so it probably wouldn't attack her, but Claire supposed one could never be too careful. She glanced at the android's leg again and raised an eyebrow. "Okay... what's your name and who do you belong to?"
(it's fine, your post is perfect.)
"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't have any liquor in here for you to steal?" She asked angrily, assuming that whoever had broken into her shop was the old drunk who was always in search of anything containing alcohol. She paused. glancing at the locked supply container. It hadn't been tampered with. Normally it was the first thing the drunk tried to mess with. She frowned slightly, pulling out her gun. Maybe it wasn't the drunk. Claire had had a few close calls with some of the criminals living in the city before. This would be the first time they can into the shop, but she didn't put it past them. She wondered if she should have been more quiet when she had entered. She walked further the shop, turning a corner. She spotted the android instantly, gaping at it for a moment before speaking.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" She demanded, keeping her gun out. The android had a leg that was pretty messed up, so it probably wouldn't attack her, but Claire supposed one could never be too careful. She glanced at the android's leg again and raised an eyebrow. "Okay... what's your name and who do you belong to?"
(it's fine, your post is perfect.)
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
To coin a common human phrase, Rabbit nearly jumped out of his skin when the girl came in. He should have known better than to think he could crash there for any decent period of times; even when they were scarce, humans had the ability to somehow still manage to be everywhere, particularly in places where he didn't want them to be.
"Vadim," Rabbit said as an automatic response, having been used to reciting his cover for so long now that it came naturally, though there was hardly a point. He had his freaking leg off for pity's sake, it was hardly as if his android status was concealable. "Vadim Karofsky." Maybe he'd get lucky, maybe she was crazy or stupid or both. She didn't look like either. Besides, the question of ownership proved it; she knew, and she was perfectly cognitive.
"Who I belong to?" He repeated, trying to stay calm whilst scrambling for an answer. He knew that barely anyone on earth had androids, aside from those who were involved in their manufacture and who operated the big companies. Who existed in the local area? "NeuroCorps," Rabbit said, as levelly as he could, trying to sound confident. They'd been the company to manufacture him, but that had been half way round the world and he didn't even know if they were still in service anymore. Models like him had gone out of fashion two years ago; android technology moved fast. He was considered old-fashioned. Were he a human, he'd bet good money that those new models wouldn't find themselves in a situation with their cussing leg blown off, but hey, getting angry wouldn't solve anything.
"I," Rabbit said slowly, looking down at his leg. "I was supposed to be surveying the city for scraps but I must have set off some sort of old trap..." Grimacing, he lifted up the second half of his leg. Controlling his outward emotions was a matter of programming; with enough care he could control his blush, his facial muscles, even his heart rate and breathing. It required professional tests that were finely calibrated to catch him out when he was lying. Whilst this human girl certainly seemed ready to string him up there and then, he just had to hope she'd buy it, at least until he had two functioning legs. "Any chance you know how to fix it? I'm sure- I'm sure NeuroCorps would be happy to reimburse you for any cost or trouble..."
"Vadim," Rabbit said as an automatic response, having been used to reciting his cover for so long now that it came naturally, though there was hardly a point. He had his freaking leg off for pity's sake, it was hardly as if his android status was concealable. "Vadim Karofsky." Maybe he'd get lucky, maybe she was crazy or stupid or both. She didn't look like either. Besides, the question of ownership proved it; she knew, and she was perfectly cognitive.
"Who I belong to?" He repeated, trying to stay calm whilst scrambling for an answer. He knew that barely anyone on earth had androids, aside from those who were involved in their manufacture and who operated the big companies. Who existed in the local area? "NeuroCorps," Rabbit said, as levelly as he could, trying to sound confident. They'd been the company to manufacture him, but that had been half way round the world and he didn't even know if they were still in service anymore. Models like him had gone out of fashion two years ago; android technology moved fast. He was considered old-fashioned. Were he a human, he'd bet good money that those new models wouldn't find themselves in a situation with their cussing leg blown off, but hey, getting angry wouldn't solve anything.
"I," Rabbit said slowly, looking down at his leg. "I was supposed to be surveying the city for scraps but I must have set off some sort of old trap..." Grimacing, he lifted up the second half of his leg. Controlling his outward emotions was a matter of programming; with enough care he could control his blush, his facial muscles, even his heart rate and breathing. It required professional tests that were finely calibrated to catch him out when he was lying. Whilst this human girl certainly seemed ready to string him up there and then, he just had to hope she'd buy it, at least until he had two functioning legs. "Any chance you know how to fix it? I'm sure- I'm sure NeuroCorps would be happy to reimburse you for any cost or trouble..."
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PiperAllen
Junior Member
Claire frowned slightly at the android, Vadim. The information he gave her didn't make a lot of sense. First of all, she had talked to Vadim Karofsky on the radios before, and this android sounded nothing like him. She had also never heard of an android with such a human name. Most android owners had some sort of theme for the androids name. She moved closer, inspecting the android's leg as she thought.
"I'm sure NeuroCorps would be happy to reimburse me.. but I thought they went out of business a while ago?" She asked, looking at Vadim with a suspicious expression. Her parents had helped people from this city with their androids, and the decrease in business after NeuroCorps had gone out of business impacted her parents decision to relocate their family to Mars. "Also... I thought the androids who came around and gathered stuff weren't supposed to come around this area for another few months?" she pointed out, pausing. She stared at the android thoughtfully. "And why do they have a communications guy on scrap duty anyway?" she inquired. She had thought that android were better lairs. He may not be lying though, things may have simply changed. Realizing this, she continued to inspect his leg. It wouldn't be terribly hard to fix, and she knew she had everything she needed to do it. She shoved some of the mess Vadim had made to the side, crouching down by him.
"I'm sure NeuroCorps would be happy to reimburse me.. but I thought they went out of business a while ago?" She asked, looking at Vadim with a suspicious expression. Her parents had helped people from this city with their androids, and the decrease in business after NeuroCorps had gone out of business impacted her parents decision to relocate their family to Mars. "Also... I thought the androids who came around and gathered stuff weren't supposed to come around this area for another few months?" she pointed out, pausing. She stared at the android thoughtfully. "And why do they have a communications guy on scrap duty anyway?" she inquired. She had thought that android were better lairs. He may not be lying though, things may have simply changed. Realizing this, she continued to inspect his leg. It wouldn't be terribly hard to fix, and she knew she had everything she needed to do it. She shoved some of the mess Vadim had made to the side, crouching down by him.
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
Dammit. Why hadn't he thought to check all of this in advance? It was basic logic, he ought to have checked up on his possible lie beforehand, but with what? Vadim's apartment lacked access to any serious database, and going outside on recon missions had been dangerous and thus infrequent. He had to find some kind of way to work with this.
As he remained silent, trying to cover up his failures and devise some new ingenious lie to save his ass, he watched as she continued to inspect him anyway. As she shoved stuff aside, Vadim had to wonder why she was doing this; he clearly hadn't done a very good job with lying his way through this, so why bother? Shouldn't she be calling the bounty hunters right about now? "As is probably obvious, I'm an older model," he said, laughing as he'd seen humans doing whenever they were trying to cover their embarrassment. "They sent me out ahead to scout everything out, just in case something like this happened. Meant they didn't lose anything of value. NeuroCorps manufactured me before they went bust. What's left of them got dissolved into one of the bigger companies." Rabbit laughed sheepishly again. "The fact that I still say NeuroCorps... Old loyalties, I guess."
Fidgeting, Rabbit looked down at the mess of wires that made up his severed leg. By the way this girl was looking at it, she clearly knew what she was doing, showing none of the confusion he had felt. She didn't seem like any of the techs he'd met on Mars though, showing none of their cold efficiency. "Rabbit," he said. "I was given the name Rabbit; we were all named after animals." Why not tell her? The bounty hunters probably already knew his real given name. "Vadim died, three months ago. I was to use his name to get what information I could given his employment. It's a bit underhand legally speaking so... I wasn't really supposed to tell people." The lie came easily now, though part of him felt guilty, if he was even capable of feeling that way. Why hadn't she called the hunters? He preferred running and fighting to get out of situations than plying his way past people. No matter how many physical reactions he could control, he'd never been up to standard on lying.
As he remained silent, trying to cover up his failures and devise some new ingenious lie to save his ass, he watched as she continued to inspect him anyway. As she shoved stuff aside, Vadim had to wonder why she was doing this; he clearly hadn't done a very good job with lying his way through this, so why bother? Shouldn't she be calling the bounty hunters right about now? "As is probably obvious, I'm an older model," he said, laughing as he'd seen humans doing whenever they were trying to cover their embarrassment. "They sent me out ahead to scout everything out, just in case something like this happened. Meant they didn't lose anything of value. NeuroCorps manufactured me before they went bust. What's left of them got dissolved into one of the bigger companies." Rabbit laughed sheepishly again. "The fact that I still say NeuroCorps... Old loyalties, I guess."
Fidgeting, Rabbit looked down at the mess of wires that made up his severed leg. By the way this girl was looking at it, she clearly knew what she was doing, showing none of the confusion he had felt. She didn't seem like any of the techs he'd met on Mars though, showing none of their cold efficiency. "Rabbit," he said. "I was given the name Rabbit; we were all named after animals." Why not tell her? The bounty hunters probably already knew his real given name. "Vadim died, three months ago. I was to use his name to get what information I could given his employment. It's a bit underhand legally speaking so... I wasn't really supposed to tell people." The lie came easily now, though part of him felt guilty, if he was even capable of feeling that way. Why hadn't she called the hunters? He preferred running and fighting to get out of situations than plying his way past people. No matter how many physical reactions he could control, he'd never been up to standard on lying.
PiperAllen
Junior Member
Claire nodded thoughtfully at what the Android said. She did know that Androids could be pretty loyal. She couldn't help but chuckle with the Android laughed. She realized how long it had been since she heard someone, human or not, laugh, even sheepishly. She had missed it. When he told her his real name, she looked up at him and grinned.
"Rabbit, huh? That's cute." She commented lightly. After a moment, she stood up and walked away. She needed her tool kit. She returned a second later, sitting on the ground in front of Rabbit. She began inspecting his leg again.
"You are an older model." She said, more to herself than to Rabbit. "What... six or seven years old?" She guessed. "My parents fixed androids here, in the shop I mean. That's how I know how to fix you." She chattered. She paused, looking back at Rabbit after a moment. "I, uh, haven't really talked to anyone for a while." She informed him. She paused thoughtfully.
"Are there people looking for you or something?" She asked, beginning her work on Rabbit's leg. "You seem really nervous."
"Rabbit, huh? That's cute." She commented lightly. After a moment, she stood up and walked away. She needed her tool kit. She returned a second later, sitting on the ground in front of Rabbit. She began inspecting his leg again.
"You are an older model." She said, more to herself than to Rabbit. "What... six or seven years old?" She guessed. "My parents fixed androids here, in the shop I mean. That's how I know how to fix you." She chattered. She paused, looking back at Rabbit after a moment. "I, uh, haven't really talked to anyone for a while." She informed him. She paused thoughtfully.
"Are there people looking for you or something?" She asked, beginning her work on Rabbit's leg. "You seem really nervous."
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ColdHarem
Jester Prince
Rabbit wasn't normally the chatty type, but the way this girl talked, both to herself and it him, it was oddly infectious, and he nodded when she guessed his age. He wasn't enough of an idiot to be caught off guard, but he felt some of the panic relax around her smiles and chatter. "Neither. This has been a solo mission so I haven't really spoken with anyone in three months," Rabbit said quietly, keeping his eyes down on his leg, watching her as she began working. He stiffened, however, when she picked up on his nerves. Well, he hardly thought he'd done a good job of hiding them, but still, wasn't being a flawless liar supposed to come with the android territory?
"There was a, uh, misunderstanding," Rabbit said with a weak grimace. The lie composed itself quickly this time, however, grounding itself in the truth. "There's been some androids escaped from Mars, and I got caught up in the bounty hunt for them by accident, what with using Vadim's identity and all." He gave the side of his leg a gentle tap. "And that's how I got my dashing new handicap."
Trying to smooth over his nerves, to settle into the lie like he was supposed to be able to do, Rabbit looked around the workshop, trying to think of something to say. Years of work on fields and as a silent servant in an even more silent big house hadn't exactly taught him how to make good conversation, and he'd never been programmed for it, designed for labour rather than company. "What happened to your parents?" He said eventually, despite the morbid topic, because it was the only thing he could think of. Distracting her from his situation seemed like a good idea anyway. Moreover, he was curious to learn about her; she had yet to treat him like total dirt, which was nice, though he reasoned it was because of her lack of socialising. He'd seen humans convince themselves that androids ordered to be good company made real friends. The delusion hadn't been pleasant to witness. "Oh, and I just realised I don't know. Um, what's your name?"
"There was a, uh, misunderstanding," Rabbit said with a weak grimace. The lie composed itself quickly this time, however, grounding itself in the truth. "There's been some androids escaped from Mars, and I got caught up in the bounty hunt for them by accident, what with using Vadim's identity and all." He gave the side of his leg a gentle tap. "And that's how I got my dashing new handicap."
Trying to smooth over his nerves, to settle into the lie like he was supposed to be able to do, Rabbit looked around the workshop, trying to think of something to say. Years of work on fields and as a silent servant in an even more silent big house hadn't exactly taught him how to make good conversation, and he'd never been programmed for it, designed for labour rather than company. "What happened to your parents?" He said eventually, despite the morbid topic, because it was the only thing he could think of. Distracting her from his situation seemed like a good idea anyway. Moreover, he was curious to learn about her; she had yet to treat him like total dirt, which was nice, though he reasoned it was because of her lack of socialising. He'd seen humans convince themselves that androids ordered to be good company made real friends. The delusion hadn't been pleasant to witness. "Oh, and I just realised I don't know. Um, what's your name?"
PiperAllen
Junior Member
"Ah." Claire said, nodding slightly at the new information. She wondered for a moment how an android with specfic orders could get caught up in a misunderstanding, but deciding not to question Rabbit any more. She knew that there were some people who assumed that android knew exactly what to do without clear instruction. Whatever the android's situation, fixing his leg proved to be a fun challenge. It was certainly more interesting that fixing the normal household items she usually worked on. She fell silent, focusing on repairing Rabbit's leg until he spoke again, asking her about her parents. She paused momentarily before speaking.
"They went to Mars." She said simply. "I was supposed to go with them, but we got separated. Because my mom had all of my identification with her, I couldn't get on another ship. I've been stuck here ever since." She explained, frowning slightly for a moment before shaking her head slightly to clear it. She glanced back at Rabbit again when he said he didn't know her name. "Oh, I forgot to tell you." She said, smiling sheepishly. "I'm Claire Burke."
"They went to Mars." She said simply. "I was supposed to go with them, but we got separated. Because my mom had all of my identification with her, I couldn't get on another ship. I've been stuck here ever since." She explained, frowning slightly for a moment before shaking her head slightly to clear it. She glanced back at Rabbit again when he said he didn't know her name. "Oh, I forgot to tell you." She said, smiling sheepishly. "I'm Claire Burke."
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
"Sorry about your parents," Rabbit said quietly, since that was the human custom, to console someone when they lost loved ones or were left behind by them. "I'm sure someone will notice the mistake some day. Maybe they'll come back for you?" He was no good at this comforting business, but it seemed the right thing to say. One thing humans on Mars were very good at doing was pretending, especially pretending things were better than they were. Even if his words weren't true, maybe they'd at least give her that. "And 's nice to meet you, Claire."
It felt a little odd, having someone working and repairing his leg as he just watched on. She was slower than the Mars mechanics, but Rabbit rather preferred that; it felt less like he was a transaction, more like something worthy of focus. How he was going to pay her for this... well, apparently NeuroCorps were doing that but... clearly that wasn't going to happen any time soon. He's lies would catch up with him soon enough, and no doubt he could clear out of here before that became a problem, but still, it didn't feel right being an ass to the one human who seemed decent.
"Hey... I know this is a little unfair to ask of you, and I'd probably be imposing, but could I- could I lay low here for a few days, at least until the bounty hunters have skipped town? I could help out, do whatever you need. I could work for free and cover the cost of my leg, maybe? Anything you needed," Rabbit said, trying to sound persuasive and charming like he'd seen other androids be. It wasn't so easy to seem beguiling when you had half your leg being operated on, however.
It felt a little odd, having someone working and repairing his leg as he just watched on. She was slower than the Mars mechanics, but Rabbit rather preferred that; it felt less like he was a transaction, more like something worthy of focus. How he was going to pay her for this... well, apparently NeuroCorps were doing that but... clearly that wasn't going to happen any time soon. He's lies would catch up with him soon enough, and no doubt he could clear out of here before that became a problem, but still, it didn't feel right being an ass to the one human who seemed decent.
"Hey... I know this is a little unfair to ask of you, and I'd probably be imposing, but could I- could I lay low here for a few days, at least until the bounty hunters have skipped town? I could help out, do whatever you need. I could work for free and cover the cost of my leg, maybe? Anything you needed," Rabbit said, trying to sound persuasive and charming like he'd seen other androids be. It wasn't so easy to seem beguiling when you had half your leg being operated on, however.
PiperAllen
Junior Member
Claire just nodded slightly when Rabbit said he was sorry. She sighed when he mentioned someone noticing the mistake that had been made and coming back for her. "I used to think that." She said, forcing a small smile when he said it was nice to meet her. "And nice to meet you too." she chuckled, falling silent again. She glanced away from Rabbit's leg when he asked if he could stay for a couple days. She paused, thinking over his question before shrugging.
"Sure." She answered. It would be different to have someone else around, but it was just an android. She resumed her work on Rabbit's leg, looking up at him after a few minutes. "Don't freak out about paying me back, alright? I don't mind fixing your leg." she said with a small smile. "I don't mind letting you hide out here, but why does it matter if the bounty hunters find you?" she asked thoughtfully. "If you're working for whatever part of NeuroCorps, isn't there someone who could vouch for you?"
"Sure." She answered. It would be different to have someone else around, but it was just an android. She resumed her work on Rabbit's leg, looking up at him after a few minutes. "Don't freak out about paying me back, alright? I don't mind fixing your leg." she said with a small smile. "I don't mind letting you hide out here, but why does it matter if the bounty hunters find you?" she asked thoughtfully. "If you're working for whatever part of NeuroCorps, isn't there someone who could vouch for you?"
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
Rabbit quickly came to regret asking, but he really did need somewhere to stay. Even with two legs, if he spent the next few days wandering around the city looking for a way out, the bounty hunters would have his ass within the week. Lying low with a respectable, verified human citizen was his best chance, and the fact that she actually seemed decent sealed the deal. He had to invent yet another layer of lies for it, but it would be worth it. He didn't fancy being decommissioned just yet, thank you very much.
"Clearly, you haven't met a bounty hunter before," Rabbit said, more bitterly than he'd meant to, the venom in his tone heavy. He'd only had run ins with them recently, but he'd already amassed a great distaste for the profession and its employees. "They don't care all that much who they're taking out, so long as they meet their commission. Besides, like I said, I'm an old model, not worth much. NeuroCorps isn't going to care if I get dusted." Sighing, Rabbit gave Claire a dry smirk, before looking back at his leg, trying to work out just how she'd fixed it, though he couldn't make heads or tails of what was going on. "Sorry for being so cheerful. I appreciate you letting me stay though. I'd rather not lose my other leg too."
Looking down at his leg, which at least now looked like it might be on its way to being fixed, Rabbit fidgeted, oddly self-conscious. "I don't want to be a dead weight though; we androids were built to serve a purpose, right? I'm good with my hands, and I can do long hours. Living on your own out in this dump - no offence - can't be easy. Whatever you need me for, I'm here." Still with his eyes on his leg, Rabbit gave a wan smile. "We're built to serve," he said quietly, echoing the old NeuroCorps slogan, a phrase he'd heard a thousand times, and didn't doubt he'd hear again many a time if he made it out of this alive.
"Clearly, you haven't met a bounty hunter before," Rabbit said, more bitterly than he'd meant to, the venom in his tone heavy. He'd only had run ins with them recently, but he'd already amassed a great distaste for the profession and its employees. "They don't care all that much who they're taking out, so long as they meet their commission. Besides, like I said, I'm an old model, not worth much. NeuroCorps isn't going to care if I get dusted." Sighing, Rabbit gave Claire a dry smirk, before looking back at his leg, trying to work out just how she'd fixed it, though he couldn't make heads or tails of what was going on. "Sorry for being so cheerful. I appreciate you letting me stay though. I'd rather not lose my other leg too."
Looking down at his leg, which at least now looked like it might be on its way to being fixed, Rabbit fidgeted, oddly self-conscious. "I don't want to be a dead weight though; we androids were built to serve a purpose, right? I'm good with my hands, and I can do long hours. Living on your own out in this dump - no offence - can't be easy. Whatever you need me for, I'm here." Still with his eyes on his leg, Rabbit gave a wan smile. "We're built to serve," he said quietly, echoing the old NeuroCorps slogan, a phrase he'd heard a thousand times, and didn't doubt he'd hear again many a time if he made it out of this alive.
PiperAllen
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"I suspose I haven't met a bounty hunter before." Claire said thoughtfully. She glanced up at Rabbit when he started talking about work again. She smiled slightly.
"Let me get you walking again, then I'll think of something for you to do, alright?" She said, looking back at his leg again. "Speaking of which, I'm almost done." She said cheerfully. "Luckily your leg wasn't too busted. I'll be done in a minute." She said, beginning to reattach the part of Rabbit's leg that had fallen off. She was silent for a moment, thinking about how being an Andriod must be terribly boring. Being built to serve sounded like it could get very dull after a while. She wondered if Andriods felt boredom.
"Where have you worked?" She asked curiously. "And what do you have experience with?" She added thoughtfully.
"Let me get you walking again, then I'll think of something for you to do, alright?" She said, looking back at his leg again. "Speaking of which, I'm almost done." She said cheerfully. "Luckily your leg wasn't too busted. I'll be done in a minute." She said, beginning to reattach the part of Rabbit's leg that had fallen off. She was silent for a moment, thinking about how being an Andriod must be terribly boring. Being built to serve sounded like it could get very dull after a while. She wondered if Andriods felt boredom.
"Where have you worked?" She asked curiously. "And what do you have experience with?" She added thoughtfully.
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
"They aren't exactly the most tolerant breed of people," Rabbit said with a dry smile, looking back at her when she glanced up. It felt really strange, having an actual conversation with a human like this. It wasn't as if the conversation was all that strange in itself, or as if Claire was odd - in fact, she seemed pretty pleasant as far as humans went. The novelty of chatting to a human was somewhat unnerving, however. As she spoke he kept trying to work out if she did so differently to an android, and thus define what set them apart. As far as he could tell, she talked just like any android he'd ever met.
"Thanks," he said quietly, looking down at his leg, which now looked a whole lot less like a death sentence. He had no idea how she'd managed to make heads or tails of all of those wires and crap, but clearly she knew what she was doing. "Just menial labour really; wasn't built to be much of a thinker," Rabbit answered her queries with another shrug and wry smile. "Worked the fields up on Mars for a while, then did house work." He fell silent for a moment, trying to work out how any of that could be of use to her, before hurriedly adding, "That being before I got transferred back here for Neurocorps."
Looking around the shop, which didn't seem much like the city's social or economical hub, he tried to imagine living there. Earth was a hell of a lot better than Mars, but the desolation that made it so freeing also made it seem so quiet. Everything on Mars had been ordered; everyone had their place and their share of work to pull. The androids did the labour, and the humans were charged with keeping everything in order. You couldn't go anywhere without sticking out like a sore thumb, unwanted amongst whatever was supposed to be happening. Earth on the other hand had been abandoned. "What do you do here, on Earth?" Rabbit asked, glancing back over at Claire.
"Thanks," he said quietly, looking down at his leg, which now looked a whole lot less like a death sentence. He had no idea how she'd managed to make heads or tails of all of those wires and crap, but clearly she knew what she was doing. "Just menial labour really; wasn't built to be much of a thinker," Rabbit answered her queries with another shrug and wry smile. "Worked the fields up on Mars for a while, then did house work." He fell silent for a moment, trying to work out how any of that could be of use to her, before hurriedly adding, "That being before I got transferred back here for Neurocorps."
Looking around the shop, which didn't seem much like the city's social or economical hub, he tried to imagine living there. Earth was a hell of a lot better than Mars, but the desolation that made it so freeing also made it seem so quiet. Everything on Mars had been ordered; everyone had their place and their share of work to pull. The androids did the labour, and the humans were charged with keeping everything in order. You couldn't go anywhere without sticking out like a sore thumb, unwanted amongst whatever was supposed to be happening. Earth on the other hand had been abandoned. "What do you do here, on Earth?" Rabbit asked, glancing back over at Claire.
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Claire nodded slightly at the information Rabbit gave her, wondering what an android familiar with field and house work could do around here. She finishing her work on his leg before pausing when he asked her what she did. She pondered his question for a moment, shrugging slightly. She didn't really have a profession or anything. She just did whatever needed done. That's what most people on Earth did nowadays.
"Not much. I keep this place running," she said, motioning around the shop. "Though I'm not entirely sure why. Nobody comes around here anymore. I guess the shop is just something to keep me occupied." she said thoughtfully. She paused for a moment before setting the tool she had been using down. "Well, that should do it." she said, standing up and offering Rabbit a hand to help him up. "Does it work properly?"
"Not much. I keep this place running," she said, motioning around the shop. "Though I'm not entirely sure why. Nobody comes around here anymore. I guess the shop is just something to keep me occupied." she said thoughtfully. She paused for a moment before setting the tool she had been using down. "Well, that should do it." she said, standing up and offering Rabbit a hand to help him up. "Does it work properly?"
ColdHarem
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Definitely a different attitude from those on Mars. Rabbit found he much preferred it to the cut-throat order of Mars, and smiled wanly in response. Grateful for the helping hand, feeling pretty shaky since, you know, his leg had just been severed from the rest of his body and all, Rabbit got to his feet and tested the weight on it. He couldn't even tell the difference from before it'd been removed; in fact, if anything, that weird glitch problem he'd had with the knee join seemed to have disappeared too.
"Perfectly," he answered, flexing his leg admiringly. Since fleeing Mars he hadn't exactly been visiting the technicians for check-ups often, and having something actually work properly for once felt amazing. Grinning up at her with a goofy, childish expression, he almost went on to say more before remembering that he was supposed to be trying to pass of as a serious, viable worker so that he could get permanent residence here, not come off as some kind of chickenhead. "It works great," he said, sobering, the smile retreating. "I could work whenever you'd want me to." At least working like this, he did so out of his own free will. That had to count for something. "Do you live here or...?"
"Perfectly," he answered, flexing his leg admiringly. Since fleeing Mars he hadn't exactly been visiting the technicians for check-ups often, and having something actually work properly for once felt amazing. Grinning up at her with a goofy, childish expression, he almost went on to say more before remembering that he was supposed to be trying to pass of as a serious, viable worker so that he could get permanent residence here, not come off as some kind of chickenhead. "It works great," he said, sobering, the smile retreating. "I could work whenever you'd want me to." At least working like this, he did so out of his own free will. That had to count for something. "Do you live here or...?"
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