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expiationlogs2025-02-05 04:36 pm
abandonware) wrote in expiationlogs2025-02-05 04:36 pm
[open] and all watched over
Who: A2 and open + some closed prompts
Where: all over Aldrip!
What: February open log for depressed androids
Warnings: Nothing yet.
Good morning, A2.
[Pod's clipped and calm voice makes her squeeze her eyes more tightly shut before they reluctantly flutter open. Dawn is beginning to make patterns out of the shadows of the tree branches. The snow is starting to melt. Cold water drips, drips, down onto the top of her head, the shock of it waking her up properly. A2 stands up in slow and careful passes, checking herself for damage. Those dreams...
But there is no damage, nothing outside of the usual. No pain, save the tingle in limbs that had been sprawled at odd angles on the cold, hard ground as she'd slept. Androids did not dream. And yet she had.
(Evolution?)]
Morning, Pod.
[Her own voice is without inflection. She takes her sword from where it leans against the trunk of the tree she'd been sleeping under, and studies the cold, blue-gray sky. Something is budding on one of the branches, a tentative spot of green on a dark, gnarled branch. Weak early morning light begins to flow in from the west. She can hear the discordant chatter of crows, intermingled with softer cooing from songbirds.]
The season is changing.
Where: all over Aldrip!
What: February open log for depressed androids
Warnings: Nothing yet.
Good morning, A2.
[Pod's clipped and calm voice makes her squeeze her eyes more tightly shut before they reluctantly flutter open. Dawn is beginning to make patterns out of the shadows of the tree branches. The snow is starting to melt. Cold water drips, drips, down onto the top of her head, the shock of it waking her up properly. A2 stands up in slow and careful passes, checking herself for damage. Those dreams...
But there is no damage, nothing outside of the usual. No pain, save the tingle in limbs that had been sprawled at odd angles on the cold, hard ground as she'd slept. Androids did not dream. And yet she had.
(Evolution?)]
Morning, Pod.
[Her own voice is without inflection. She takes her sword from where it leans against the trunk of the tree she'd been sleeping under, and studies the cold, blue-gray sky. Something is budding on one of the branches, a tentative spot of green on a dark, gnarled branch. Weak early morning light begins to flow in from the west. She can hear the discordant chatter of crows, intermingled with softer cooing from songbirds.]
The season is changing.
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Don't get a big head about it. [A2 responds in a grumble. This banter is not malicious; rather, it seems to be part of their overall routine. Familiar, even comfortable.
She softens, if only by a fraction, when addressing Ellie.] Some distances I can't breach by jumping. Pod helps me glide. You're lighter. Makes sense it'd be able to lift you.
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[ probably a much easier time than, you know, jumping off it and praying Joel can grab her. ]
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[Pod was not cooler than her, by any measure. All the same, she answers the question.] ... Depends on the distance. There's only so far the glide'll hold. I can manage some bridges on my own.
But I managed just fine without Pod before.
[She pokes Pod, who wobbles a little in the air.]
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[ she scoots over to poke Pod from the other side. poke poke. ]
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......
.......
Unit A2 is an accomplished, powerful and efficient combatant. Despite being a discontinued YoRHA model, this Pod has observed that Unit A2 performs beyond that of later YoRHa models, particularly in high-stress situations. Unit A2 often makes decisions that prioritize the safety and well-being of other units. However, Unit A2 regularly eschews maintenance and other necessary functions. In addition, she exhibits lower cognitive function when responding to suggestions or inquires from this Pod.
Oh, shut up.
Conclusion: Unit A2 is an above satisfactory companion for this Pod, despite inefficiencies.
Yeah, yeah. [She mumbles. She's turned back to the river again, her arms crossed.] You're not half bad, either.
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[ she teases, but finally spares them both, moving to sit by the river instead.
except sparing isn't the word because Ellie has a million questions lined up. ]
So if you were made for fighting, why are you all.... [ vague gestures at A2's everything?? ] High heels and mega pretty and everything? Wouldn't they want you to be huge like a tank?
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[A2 looks down at herself, turning this way and that.] This is how we were all designed — in humanity's image. At least my generation. [Her expression darkens some.] The later generation, too.
Some of the older models were designed with larger frames, but I only ever met one. [She chews at the inside of her cheek, her stare fixed on the gentle, flowing river.] Almost all of them were destroyed in combat along with the other old models. And if your model doesn't perform well, it's scrapped. So... [A half-shrug as she watches Pod bob in the water.]
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[ There's a pause as she ponders if she should even ask. Ellie grabs a rock and skips it across the water to give her a second to word it in her head. ]
Scrapped like killed?
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[The other humans had reacted this way too, she thinks.] Units that aren't considered useful anymore... they're executed. Hunted down. Other times, they're abandoned planetside and die in combat anyway. That model I met... she'd been stuck on Earth with some of the other old units for over 200 years.
YoRHa can always make more. It doesn't matter to Command.
[Her flat, empty gaze stays fixed on the river. The lightness in her voice from her banter with Pod is gone altogether. It was easier to have this particular discussion when she's separated herself from it.]
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[ she says it with a deep frown, skipping another rock.
she doesn't understand all the advanced whatever that goes into androids, but. dude. ]
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Ah...
[How to say this.]
It's not all them. It's YoRHa, too. [...] It's the whole world.
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[ it's a crude way to put it, but she's not one to beat around the bush. ]
It's one thing to just toss guns and shit away, but you're like... basically a person. That's beyond fucked. They should fight for their own planet.
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It seemed pointless to argue the difference anymore. Still. The sentiment is appreciated.
Being referred to in such a way — basically a person — only makes her discomfort rise. She keeps her hard, focused stare on the river instead of thinking too hard on the sudden and unwanted feeling.]
... They can't.
[Isn't it funny? 9S had asked her, his mind eaten away by the virus and his grief. Destroyed by his hatred of her. Doesn't it make you laugh?!
In the present, a muscle in A2's jaw twitches.]
... It's over, now. The war.