[open] and all watched over

[abandonware]

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.

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Comments

[grappler]

[that definitely hits Vi too. she had thought if she'd fought a little harder, tried as hard as she could, she too would have peace and freedom. but that'd been a pipe-dream that she'd had in prison to keep herself alive, she realizes now.

she watches A2 with the baby chick, watching how gentle she is with it despite their darker tone of conversation.]

Not really stupid. I had something similar. And... yeah, there's something similar in my world, too.

[she squats down for her own baby chick, and she cradles it in both hands.]

My city and the city above ours had been fighting long before I was even born. It's only just now that we're establishing some sort of... I dunno, truce? Peace? We only have that opening to do that because another country tried to destroy us. There's probably going to be people on both sides that still want war, because it's ingrained in our DNA. That sort of prejudice and bitter feelings don't just go away overnight.

[abandonware]

Yeah. That's how we androids were, with the machines. That was why there was never any end to our fighting.

[She strokes the chick's downy feathers with the pad of one finger. Could such a delicate thing exist in the world she came from, she wondered? But then she remembers that even birds had begun to return. Maybe there would be more now, now that the androids and machines both had been decimated. The cycle broken at last.]

A truce is more than others manage. That means there's hope. That's more than what others have too. It sounds like those cities have a fighting chance, to me.

[grappler]

It's sad how that happens, isn't it?

[she takes one hand to lightly stroke the chick that's in her hand, thinking about it. she nods.]

I think so, too. It's what the others who've passed would've wanted. Because in the end... we're all human, right? Well. Some of us.

[since A2's an android, and she knows of people here that aren't quite human.]

But I think even you guys have a bit of "humanity", too.