( happy whatever day of the calendar march third is in the year 2000, add. your space is yet again being invaded — this time by a cute girl whose hair looks coated in syrup and pancakes. let's see... let's see... there was a certain kind of chip that hiyori said he needed to continue his work on shin, and by her understanding, they're supposed to have a couple spares in the workshop. in theory, at least. she's not quite sure where she'd find it at first, but all it takes is a quick peek through the doorway to make sure it's the right room, and a smile spreads across her face when someone is already inside. how lucky! she can just ask them. )
Hello... Is this the workshop that the programming club meets in?
[his back is turned to her, working diligently away at something on the workbench... whoever she is, he doesn't recognize her voice, so she's not important enough for him to bother turning around. and he was enjoying the peace and quiet of being alone in the club room today.]
If you're asking to join or whatever, go bother someone tomorrow. Club hours are already over. I have better things to do.
( what a rude answer... she doesn't really like it, but that's fine, she guesses. the terse temperaments of scientists are nothing new to her. )
Okay...
( and then she walks inside, because she's not a programmer and she doesn't have any particular interest in joining anyway. it looks like where he's sitting is where the majority of the electronic components and tools are located though, compared to the rest of the room looking like a woodwork shop, so she makes her way over and starts peering around. opening drawers... checking cabinets... here and there, she'll pick something up and set it aside as she tries to sort through things, murmuring softly to herself as she searches. )
[... that wasn't an invitation to keep poking around, but ugh. Fine. He hunches over his work, aggressively trying to ignore her.
Opening and closing drawers, cabinets, it's annoying but he can tune it out... until she decides to pick something up, look at it, and put it down. He steals a glance in her direction, scowling, that's not where that thing is supposed to go he's going to have to reorganize everything later—
he somehow allows this to go on for a couple more minutes before he cracks, glaring at the weird pancake-haired girl who dares to upset his domain.]
( oh, he's acknowledging her now. she's pretty sure she hasn't made any messes (rather, she thinks some of these places might be better for what she's been picking up,) but after a moment to scrunch her brows and kind of pout at him, she'll answer. )
Synthetic skin. Hiyori said that there should be some here, and he needs about this much.
( i lied this is what she needs now, and she makes a medium-sized square with her fingers to indicate the amount she's looking for. it's a fairly decent amount, but not so much that she thinks it should be unreasonable. they are a programming club, right? this is one of the staples. )
We used most of that already. [Leah only had so much skin to go around, it was easier to try and use all of it on Rei... do they have a few scraps left over? maybe if they stitched it together?]
What do you need it for? Was Rei damaged? [there is, unfortunately, a hint of very real concern in his voice there, he's 100% prepared to drop everything to make more skin for Rei] Ah, I suppose there's Ranger as well... if one of them has been damaged, you should've told me so immediately. Well? What's the situation?
( maple visibly deflates. she had been so excited, too. )
No, Ranger is fine. ( and she tragically doesn't know who rei is. ) Hiyori-kun needs a little bit, but it was mostly for me.
( somebody went and got stabbed, for one, and another somebody has a back that's pretty much just an open slot underneath her uniform. they could both use a little something to cover those things up, but if it can't be helped, hm... )
If there's none here, do you know where else I could look?
... What does Hiyori need it for? [????? he never mentioned this during club hours... has he been working on another robotics project? in secret?? hmmm.
he'll worry about grilling shin about his secret robot skin project later. for now—]
Never mind that. What do you need it for? Materials for synthetic skin aren't easy to come by here... but if it's an interesting project, I'll see what I can do.
( maple pauses, and any number of calculations fill her mind. she doesn't really want to talk about her open-back design, because that's where she keeps her most precious gift. besides that, even though it's how she protects herself, it's also her weakness as well; she doesn't think hiyori would appreciate her telling others about it. on the other hand, this person mentioned ranger, didn't he? and seemed concerned enough about him. somebody who cares about ranger couldn't be so bad. she comes to the conclusion that a reason alone is probably fair; she can at least explain herself.
... )
I wanted to try swimming in the pool.
( it's a little quieter. disappointed. she doesn't think it's such an interesting project compared to anything else, after all. hiyori may look after her, but she's no ranger—no masterwork. it's not that she isn't enough, but if materials are in limited supply, then it only makes sense that they'd follow a certain priority order. )
It's alright though. I'll ask Hiyori what we need to make more, thank you for your help.
[looking her up and down like bitch you got skin already?? he's mostly just confused, but it finally starts to click what she's getting at. synthetic skin, for herself, a friend of one of the robotics club members who also knows Ranger...
his eyes light up (literally, they're cybernetic they can do that) and he swivels around to face her fully.] Wait. I can make it. How much do you need and where? Let me see it, I need accurate measurements.
( maple's own eyes light up more figuratively when she sees the way his brighten, bringing up a hand to her mouth in surprise—are they the same?
give it a moment though, and her expression is quickly replaced by a bright smile. )
Really? Oh, thank you. About 30 by 50 centimeters should be enough for both of us.
( she's not stripping for him. she knows her own measurements anyway, and supposedly that's just a little less than the average dimensions of a girl's back. with that amount they can use it to patch up hiyori, and the remainder should still be enough to close up her back too. for now though, she's been a little impolite, so maybe she should correct that. )
I'm sorry, I didn't even introduce myself, did I? My name is Maple. I just "woke up" here recently.
30 by 50... [he repeats it back, but he still sounds a tiny bit disappointed. he wants to see it... let him see it... sigh] There should be enough left... it'll take a few days to set into a new shape, however. Nasod skin is effective at self-repair, but it's not instantaneous.
[Maple... an unfamiliar name, but he'll commit it to memory. He nods, looking her over one more time before answering curtly:]
Add. Are you another machine lifeform like Ranger?
[He gets up from his seat, stepping into her personal space... and then cups his hands over her ears while staring intensely into her eyes, trying to analyze them off sight alone. He is also going to feel out the shape of her ears, just to be extra weird.]
Hmm... there are similarities... no external ports on the sides, but Ranger didn't seem to either... soft material designed to mimic human appearance... it's more effective than Nasod design principles in that sense... form is also well-made...
( she trails off as he starts to close the distance, taking a step back for every two he takes forward, though it doesn't do much when he... presses his hands to the side of her head? starts fondling her ears? she can feel that, and it's... weird? the way he's talking too, and his gaze is so intense. her brows scrunch together in a dissatisfied expression, and... with both gloved hands, she pushes him away by the shoulders with a good amount of strength. turns on her heel to step away a little further, then clasps her hands, pressing her index fingers together.
she's feeling shy. maybe a little troubled. she looks down at the ground. nobody but hiyori would dare to treat her like that. is this cheating?
...
she puffs up her cheeks. )
Ranger is ASUNARO's masterwork. I'm only an Obstructor.
[He clings a little when she tries to push him away... it's not hard to pick up that he's used to this type of reaction. Alas, he still lacks the physical strength to overpower a machine, so he does eventually (reluctantly) let go.
... she's a lot gentler than Eve would be. And she's making a cute face now like she's embarrassed... filing all these important research notes away into his brainchip hmmm]
You're more expressive... is that a unique trait, or is it the other way around? [Ranger always has those cards on him, so it's a noticeable difference] Expressiveness and diverse emotional response are typically traits of high-class Nasods, though I suppose the priorities could be shifted under a different developer... kukuku, did I startle you?
[add absolutely thrilled to have made her uncomfortable, honestly. sorry he's like this.]
How terrible... Only Hiyori is allowed to touch me like that, Add.
( her brows are properly scrunched up as she looks over to him with a glare that resembles a pout moreso than anything even close to intimidating. it's a warning nonetheless. as long as he doesn't do anything else she dislikes, this is the brunt of what he'll be faced with. for the time being, she seems to consider his question, at least. )
...
( it's rather strange, being compared to ranger... not something she's ever had happen before, and she does feel the need to clear it up. )
I was made by Hiyori so that I could help people to sort out their feelings and their paths forward. Ranger is different from me.
( she has a role—a range of scope that she's meant to fill. ranger, however, is meant to represent the limitless potential that humans have. a collective project, and a real person. but while she's perhaps something less than he is, even in a rather objective sense, she doesn't seem to mind the fact quite so much as the way add came all up in her space a moment ago. )
Oh? That's surprising... he never told me he had past experience. [because they're still talking about Shin, right, it's strange how this never came up when they were all working on Rei's body...]
Different machines designed for different purposes... hmm, makes sense. Machine that interacts with humans on the topic of emotions and choices, it's logical that you'd want it to mimic such behaviour effectively. If it doesn't appear relatable, it's more difficult for people to trust it like they would another human.
[but it's also a fascinating idea, considering the state of Nasods in Elrios—imagine a Nasod designed for human interactions! Not just accurately simulating emotions, but using them to sympathize and aid people... even before the war, it'd be completely unheard of. The idea of Nasods being that close to humans, that similar, was terrifying to the ignorant masses. They never would've accepted them.
And yet, in this other world, there are machines designed for that very purpose. Advanced, intelligent machines that interact with humans and coexist with them...
Add grins, barely containing his excitement. He wants to know everything—no, more than everything!]
Kekekeke... I'll see to your request. However... in exchange for that, tell me everything about you. I want to know more about the machines of your world.
( yes... well... yes... that's the part of her job description that she likes, and it is true enough to hiyori's reasons, she would imagine. she can already spot a problem with his understanding of her design however, quick to catch on and set it right again. not that she sounds too happy to be doing so. )
It isn't mimicking. How mean... I have feelings too, you know.
( real feelings, just like a human does!
but... he does seem rather excited, doesn't he? what a disconnect, between the broad grin that stretches across his features, and the way he tries to bargain for information about herself. he could just be normal about it? she likes talking about herself—just as much as she likes talking about other people and their experiences. in this case though, hm... where to start? )
Most aren't as advanced as we are. ( her and ranger, she means. ) As for me, I like the colour pink and black tea with milk and sugar. I love talking with others, but I didn't get the opportunity to very much before—because I mostly stayed in one place. Oh, I didn't mind, though. Hiyori was there too after all, and I was always happy to be by his side.
Do you have a sense of taste? Or is it a preference built on another principle? [Eve liked tea, too, but it was obvious she didn't understand "taste" the same way organic races could... is there something about tea in particular that's attractive to machines? Is it the composition of the drink? Or...] Hmmm, maybe... the social concept of "tea parties", sharing drinks with a larger group... something to gain even if the body can't use it for sustenance or flavour...
[mumble mumble... he's off in his own little world again, give him a minute]
Do you have reasons like that for the things you like?
( because it kind of feels like... he's looking a little deeper into it than maple had really thought to. now that he mentions it though, she supposes that he does bring up a couple of points she can agree with, even if her wide doe eyes blink at him as if she's expecting something a little more. )
I can taste it perfectly fine, but I do like sharing tea with friends best of all. My body also makes use of it perfectly fine, I'll have you know.
( those big ol' crocodile tears have to come from somewhere. )
You can taste? [immediately snapping back from his mumblings to focus on this incredibly vital piece of information]
How do you interpret it? Is it just identifying flavours correctly or can you actually experience positive feedback from certain flavours and combinations? Nasod technology has attempted it but that line of research was scrapped due to a lack of demand, not even the third-generation Nasods had that capability, Adrian must've given up on it in favour of more important research... if you're capable of taste, how does it compare to human taste? Are there differences? Different people have unique preferences but the data should still line up, like "salty" or "sweet"— aughh, I have nothing here to run tests with!
[add, rifling through the workshop drawers now for snacks......... i'm sorry he's like this, at least he's not trying to stick his hand in her mouth (yet)]
Edited (squints at my last tag, w/e its fine) 2022-04-02 17:40 (UTC)
It should be exactly the same as a human's taste. I like sweet things best of all, but I couldn't tell you the details of how or why.
( she was programmed to enjoy tea as sweet as her namesake. not that she was so involved in the programming side of things herself though; her role was primarily confined to the discussion room, and the technicalities of this or that usually belonged to the others. so instead of lingering on such thoughts, she watches add dig through the drawers, considering. )
Why don't you come with me to the sewing room? It's so much more comfortable, and I can make some tea and snacks for us to share while we chat.
( and she won't feel quite so much like she's being tested for something... )
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03/03 – add
Hello... Is this the workshop that the programming club meets in?
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[his back is turned to her, working diligently away at something on the workbench... whoever she is, he doesn't recognize her voice, so she's not important enough for him to bother turning around. and he was enjoying the peace and quiet of being alone in the club room today.]
If you're asking to join or whatever, go bother someone tomorrow. Club hours are already over. I have better things to do.
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Okay...
( and then she walks inside, because she's not a programmer and she doesn't have any particular interest in joining anyway. it looks like where he's sitting is where the majority of the electronic components and tools are located though, compared to the rest of the room looking like a woodwork shop, so she makes her way over and starts peering around. opening drawers... checking cabinets... here and there, she'll pick something up and set it aside as she tries to sort through things, murmuring softly to herself as she searches. )
Where could it be?
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Opening and closing drawers, cabinets, it's annoying but he can tune it out... until she decides to pick something up, look at it, and put it down. He steals a glance in her direction, scowling, that's not where that thing is supposed to go he's going to have to reorganize everything later—
he somehow allows this to go on for a couple more minutes before he cracks, glaring at the weird pancake-haired girl who dares to upset his domain.]
You're making a mess... what are you looking for?
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Synthetic skin. Hiyori said that there should be some here, and he needs about this much.
( i lied this is what she needs now, and she makes a medium-sized square with her fingers to indicate the amount she's looking for. it's a fairly decent amount, but not so much that she thinks it should be unreasonable. they are a programming club, right? this is one of the staples. )
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...]
We used most of that already. [Leah only had so much skin to go around, it was easier to try and use all of it on Rei... do they have a few scraps left over? maybe if they stitched it together?]
What do you need it for? Was Rei damaged? [there is, unfortunately, a hint of very real concern in his voice there, he's 100% prepared to drop everything to make more skin for Rei] Ah, I suppose there's Ranger as well... if one of them has been damaged, you should've told me so immediately. Well? What's the situation?
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( maple visibly deflates. she had been so excited, too. )
No, Ranger is fine. ( and she tragically doesn't know who rei is. ) Hiyori-kun needs a little bit, but it was mostly for me.
( somebody went and got stabbed, for one, and another somebody has a back that's pretty much just an open slot underneath her uniform. they could both use a little something to cover those things up, but if it can't be helped, hm... )
If there's none here, do you know where else I could look?
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he'll worry about grilling shin about his secret robot skin project later. for now—]
Never mind that. What do you need it for? Materials for synthetic skin aren't easy to come by here... but if it's an interesting project, I'll see what I can do.
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( maple pauses, and any number of calculations fill her mind. she doesn't really want to talk about her open-back design, because that's where she keeps her most precious gift. besides that, even though it's how she protects herself, it's also her weakness as well; she doesn't think hiyori would appreciate her telling others about it. on the other hand, this person mentioned ranger, didn't he? and seemed concerned enough about him. somebody who cares about ranger couldn't be so bad. she comes to the conclusion that a reason alone is probably fair; she can at least explain herself.
... )
I wanted to try swimming in the pool.
( it's a little quieter. disappointed. she doesn't think it's such an interesting project compared to anything else, after all. hiyori may look after her, but she's no ranger—no masterwork. it's not that she isn't enough, but if materials are in limited supply, then it only makes sense that they'd follow a certain priority order. )
It's alright though. I'll ask Hiyori what we need to make more, thank you for your help.
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[looking her up and down like bitch you got skin already?? he's mostly just confused, but it finally starts to click what she's getting at. synthetic skin, for herself, a friend of one of the robotics club members who also knows Ranger...
his eyes light up (literally, they're cybernetic they can do that) and he swivels around to face her fully.] Wait. I can make it. How much do you need and where? Let me see it, I need accurate measurements.
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give it a moment though, and her expression is quickly replaced by a bright smile. )
Really? Oh, thank you. About 30 by 50 centimeters should be enough for both of us.
( she's not stripping for him. she knows her own measurements anyway, and supposedly that's just a little less than the average dimensions of a girl's back. with that amount they can use it to patch up hiyori, and the remainder should still be enough to close up her back too. for now though, she's been a little impolite, so maybe she should correct that. )
I'm sorry, I didn't even introduce myself, did I? My name is Maple. I just "woke up" here recently.
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[Maple... an unfamiliar name, but he'll commit it to memory. He nods, looking her over one more time before answering curtly:]
Add. Are you another machine lifeform like Ranger?
[He gets up from his seat, stepping into her personal space... and then cups his hands over her ears while staring intensely into her eyes, trying to analyze them off sight alone. He is also going to feel out the shape of her ears, just to be extra weird.]
Hmm... there are similarities... no external ports on the sides, but Ranger didn't seem to either... soft material designed to mimic human appearance... it's more effective than Nasod design principles in that sense... form is also well-made...
[he's saying she has nice ears, is this romantic]
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( she trails off as he starts to close the distance, taking a step back for every two he takes forward, though it doesn't do much when he... presses his hands to the side of her head? starts fondling her ears? she can feel that, and it's... weird? the way he's talking too, and his gaze is so intense. her brows scrunch together in a dissatisfied expression, and... with both gloved hands, she pushes him away by the shoulders with a good amount of strength. turns on her heel to step away a little further, then clasps her hands, pressing her index fingers together.
she's feeling shy. maybe a little troubled. she looks down at the ground. nobody but hiyori would dare to treat her like that. is this cheating?
...
she puffs up her cheeks. )
Ranger is ASUNARO's masterwork. I'm only an Obstructor.
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... she's a lot gentler than Eve would be. And she's making a cute face now like she's embarrassed... filing all these important research notes away into his brainchip hmmm]
You're more expressive... is that a unique trait, or is it the other way around? [Ranger always has those cards on him, so it's a noticeable difference] Expressiveness and diverse emotional response are typically traits of high-class Nasods, though I suppose the priorities could be shifted under a different developer... kukuku, did I startle you?
[add absolutely thrilled to have made her uncomfortable, honestly. sorry he's like this.]
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( her brows are properly scrunched up as she looks over to him with a glare that resembles a pout moreso than anything even close to intimidating. it's a warning nonetheless. as long as he doesn't do anything else she dislikes, this is the brunt of what he'll be faced with. for the time being, she seems to consider his question, at least. )
...
( it's rather strange, being compared to ranger... not something she's ever had happen before, and she does feel the need to clear it up. )
I was made by Hiyori so that I could help people to sort out their feelings and their paths forward. Ranger is different from me.
( she has a role—a range of scope that she's meant to fill. ranger, however, is meant to represent the limitless potential that humans have. a collective project, and a real person. but while she's perhaps something less than he is, even in a rather objective sense, she doesn't seem to mind the fact quite so much as the way add came all up in her space a moment ago. )
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Different machines designed for different purposes... hmm, makes sense. Machine that interacts with humans on the topic of emotions and choices, it's logical that you'd want it to mimic such behaviour effectively. If it doesn't appear relatable, it's more difficult for people to trust it like they would another human.
[but it's also a fascinating idea, considering the state of Nasods in Elrios—imagine a Nasod designed for human interactions! Not just accurately simulating emotions, but using them to sympathize and aid people... even before the war, it'd be completely unheard of. The idea of Nasods being that close to humans, that similar, was terrifying to the ignorant masses. They never would've accepted them.
And yet, in this other world, there are machines designed for that very purpose. Advanced, intelligent machines that interact with humans and coexist with them...
Add grins, barely containing his excitement. He wants to know everything—no, more than everything!]
Kekekeke... I'll see to your request. However... in exchange for that, tell me everything about you. I want to know more about the machines of your world.
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It isn't mimicking. How mean... I have feelings too, you know.
( real feelings, just like a human does!
but... he does seem rather excited, doesn't he? what a disconnect, between the broad grin that stretches across his features, and the way he tries to bargain for information about herself. he could just be normal about it? she likes talking about herself—just as much as she likes talking about other people and their experiences. in this case though, hm... where to start? )
Most aren't as advanced as we are. ( her and ranger, she means. ) As for me, I like the colour pink and black tea with milk and sugar. I love talking with others, but I didn't get the opportunity to very much before—because I mostly stayed in one place. Oh, I didn't mind, though. Hiyori was there too after all, and I was always happy to be by his side.
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[mumble mumble... he's off in his own little world again, give him a minute]
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( because it kind of feels like... he's looking a little deeper into it than maple had really thought to. now that he mentions it though, she supposes that he does bring up a couple of points she can agree with, even if her wide doe eyes blink at him as if she's expecting something a little more. )
I can taste it perfectly fine, but I do like sharing tea with friends best of all. My body also makes use of it perfectly fine, I'll have you know.
( those big ol' crocodile tears have to come from somewhere. )
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How do you interpret it? Is it just identifying flavours correctly or can you actually experience positive feedback from certain flavours and combinations? Nasod technology has attempted it but that line of research was scrapped due to a lack of demand, not even the third-generation Nasods had that capability, Adrian must've given up on it in favour of more important research... if you're capable of taste, how does it compare to human taste? Are there differences? Different people have unique preferences but the data should still line up, like "salty" or "sweet"— aughh, I have nothing here to run tests with!
[add, rifling through the workshop drawers now for snacks......... i'm sorry he's like this, at least he's not trying to stick his hand in her mouth (yet)]
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( she was programmed to enjoy tea as sweet as her namesake. not that she was so involved in the programming side of things herself though; her role was primarily confined to the discussion room, and the technicalities of this or that usually belonged to the others. so instead of lingering on such thoughts, she watches add dig through the drawers, considering. )
Why don't you come with me to the sewing room? It's so much more comfortable, and I can make some tea and snacks for us to share while we chat.
( and she won't feel quite so much like she's being tested for something... )