[ Lonely? Rio wonders if that's true. Hiyori is a person who watches others, who acts as he so pleases, and who only truly depends on himself. Even amongst the Floormasters, he was an outsider who was considered unreliable at best. Even with Maple, it wasn't as though he held any real affection for her - he wished for her love in the same way he might wish for it from a human. Love was what kept him from being seen as he was. Love was a dust that he could throw in a person's eyes, leaving them half-blind and only able to see bits and pieces of colors and shapes.
Did that leave him lonely? No, Rio doesn't think so. But it did leave him isolated amongst those peers who knew him so well. ]
No, it's nothing like that. That doll was made for balancing in the game, you know? He was pretty limited on what he could change... He turned an obstacle into an advantage. It's damn creepy, but I'm sure it was effective.
[ He sighs a little wistfully. It's hard not to miss the talent that those at ASUNARO could bring to the table. If given the chance, he'd choose Hiyori over all but a few here for his talent and genius alone. How to explain it best to an outsider... ]
He was empty and isolated, just like the rest of them, but it was because he had nothing and no one that he could be happy. He didn't need anyone, he didn't need anything, and other people were just toys for him to play with... You'd have a hard time finding anyone as satisfied with their life was as Hiyori.
[ But it wasn't jealousy, because Rio doesn't believe it was the kind of happiness that any of them were seeking. They could all band together because they had the same wants and needs, all of those things which he lacked. They could play nice and pretend to have some sort of purpose, while he would wander off and take care of things all on his own. It was the same as being repeatedly spat on and looked down upon. ]
Besides, he didn't like me either, 'cause I got a scary face like this.
[ He lifts a hand briefly to point at his cheek with his index finger. Komaeda might be able to discern the real reason behind that. That blank, unreadable face, that lack of love, the familiar emptiness - he wasn't a toy that Hiyori could enjoy playing with. He sets his hand back down and leans against Komaeda a little. It's still strange to him how quickly some here have started to pick up on his own little quirks. ]
No, nothing like that. It's not like it was magic or anything. The data was collected by observing their lives from start to finish, and recording those lives so that they could be inserted as memories. The personalities were written based on all of that collected data... So it'd be useless in a place like this. It was already three years out of date, and the kiddos are already way different than they oughta be. Though I guess I could manually write one anyway. But I could do that for anyone I know here if I wanted to, you just gotta sacrifice accuracy to do it.
[ He shrugs, and he's certainly more nonchalant about the prospect of creating an AI based on a person than one should be. The only purpose to it would be to maliciously dig into who a person used to be. ]
... Anyway, I'll look into that. [ He nods, seeming pleased with this idea. ] Come to think of it, you're right on that one.
[ That he likes soup, Rio has no idea about the lateral statement. ]
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Did that leave him lonely? No, Rio doesn't think so. But it did leave him isolated amongst those peers who knew him so well. ]
No, it's nothing like that. That doll was made for balancing in the game, you know? He was pretty limited on what he could change... He turned an obstacle into an advantage. It's damn creepy, but I'm sure it was effective.
[ He sighs a little wistfully. It's hard not to miss the talent that those at ASUNARO could bring to the table. If given the chance, he'd choose Hiyori over all but a few here for his talent and genius alone. How to explain it best to an outsider... ]
He was empty and isolated, just like the rest of them, but it was because he had nothing and no one that he could be happy. He didn't need anyone, he didn't need anything, and other people were just toys for him to play with... You'd have a hard time finding anyone as satisfied with their life was as Hiyori.
[ But it wasn't jealousy, because Rio doesn't believe it was the kind of happiness that any of them were seeking. They could all band together because they had the same wants and needs, all of those things which he lacked. They could play nice and pretend to have some sort of purpose, while he would wander off and take care of things all on his own. It was the same as being repeatedly spat on and looked down upon. ]
Besides, he didn't like me either, 'cause I got a scary face like this.
[ He lifts a hand briefly to point at his cheek with his index finger. Komaeda might be able to discern the real reason behind that. That blank, unreadable face, that lack of love, the familiar emptiness - he wasn't a toy that Hiyori could enjoy playing with. He sets his hand back down and leans against Komaeda a little. It's still strange to him how quickly some here have started to pick up on his own little quirks. ]
No, nothing like that. It's not like it was magic or anything. The data was collected by observing their lives from start to finish, and recording those lives so that they could be inserted as memories. The personalities were written based on all of that collected data... So it'd be useless in a place like this. It was already three years out of date, and the kiddos are already way different than they oughta be. Though I guess I could manually write one anyway. But I could do that for anyone I know here if I wanted to, you just gotta sacrifice accuracy to do it.
[ He shrugs, and he's certainly more nonchalant about the prospect of creating an AI based on a person than one should be. The only purpose to it would be to maliciously dig into who a person used to be. ]
... Anyway, I'll look into that. [ He nods, seeming pleased with this idea. ] Come to think of it, you're right on that one.
[ That he likes soup, Rio has no idea about the lateral statement. ]