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substandard_parts) wrote2012-08-03 02:55 am
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[Lore is in his old office, though he can't break anything open to get to the parts inside. Believe him, he tried. But he has some nice new scientist's clothes, which at the moment consists of a white button up coat and gloves that he doesn't need right but he's wearing anyway because, eh, why not?]
By the way. I lied. I know. Shame on me. Look how sad everyone is. So disappointed. [He tsks. So few cares (and he knows that probably no one or next to no one is actually disappointed). And that flat voice that he used when he introduced himself? Completely gone. Now? Just a little hand wave.]
My name is Lore, I'm Data's older brother. I'll be you're resident maniacal android for this trip, or until the old cookie-dropping creepy driver gets rid of me. Until then, it's nice to meet you. [And he grins a grin that could cut glass. But woops! Gone after a millisecond.]
I think that'll be all. [And he switches off the feed. Because now he wants to go investigate the ship without having to try and hold the boring face (he's almost relieved to not have to do that anymore). He'll get back to things later.]
OOC: Feel free to spam off the post and catch him anywhere around the ship.
[Lore is in his old office, though he can't break anything open to get to the parts inside. Believe him, he tried. But he has some nice new scientist's clothes, which at the moment consists of a white button up coat and gloves that he doesn't need right but he's wearing anyway because, eh, why not?]
By the way. I lied. I know. Shame on me. Look how sad everyone is. So disappointed. [He tsks. So few cares (and he knows that probably no one or next to no one is actually disappointed). And that flat voice that he used when he introduced himself? Completely gone. Now? Just a little hand wave.]
My name is Lore, I'm Data's older brother. I'll be you're resident maniacal android for this trip, or until the old cookie-dropping creepy driver gets rid of me. Until then, it's nice to meet you. [And he grins a grin that could cut glass. But woops! Gone after a millisecond.]
I think that'll be all. [And he switches off the feed. Because now he wants to go investigate the ship without having to try and hold the boring face (he's almost relieved to not have to do that anymore). He'll get back to things later.]
OOC: Feel free to spam off the post and catch him anywhere around the ship.
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You lied? About?
...who are you again?
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Was there some kind of problem in your programming, Comrade?
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The maniacal thing is really more of a chicken or the egg question, but most people blame it on my programming.
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She does hesitate when she considers telling him about his brother's current state.
Eventually, mostly because she has no clue how to bring that up, and then whether or not she should, she elects not to do so.
It might be visible on her face but her tone is relatively light when she replies.] Understood.
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Nice to meet you.
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So, to re-cap, you were constructed before your brother, but your emotional capacity clearly exceeds his own-- which is where the maniacal part must come in. What brought that on? What feelings? Were you jealous of your brother, angry at your creator-- something along those lines? Or were you maniacal to begin with? Did your programming not allow for proper development?
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Forgive my enthusiasm, Lore. You're just so much more interesting than your brother.
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If you asked the colonists, I was just "evil". And you know how people like to be proven right about the people they hate.
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But the Barge is a small place, so it's inevitable that they'd cross paths eventually. Narvin isn't expecting it to happen while he's distracted by a solitary game of three-cushion billiards. Calculating the angles and tracing the probabilities is almost meditative, but it also draws almost all of his attention.]
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Looks at it.
Looks at Narvin.
Smiles tightly and lets it drop in. Hi!]
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Is this an "everyone gets one" sort of deal? TV gave me the impression maniacal androids weren't really that uncommon.
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[He didn't actually want to tell. But if he has to? Why not have fun with it.]
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He wanted us to call him "Father". I waffled on the matter, personally.
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Well, well...
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[And more often than not to kill.]
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