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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.

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They have their faults and their advantages. Fortunately most of their advantages can be emulated. [As he's lining up another shot.]

[Narvin watches Lore's shot carefully, trying to see the machine under the casual, human-like motions. And trying to see if he can calculate how precise Lore is, what his skills are.]

And what advantages are those?

Creativity. Music. Art. Invention.

[The ball pings off the side of the table, off another diamond, back to the other side, against a ball that hits the other side, clips another, and two are knocked into pockets.]

All of it can be placed in steadier hands.

[Narvin watches Lore take the shot. He keeps his face impassive. He wanted to gauge how coordinated and precise Lore's physical functions were and the answer is clearly "very."]

Those qualities are certainly not limited to humans. [Although, granted, apart from a few renegades, Time Lords as a whole had been a bit lacking in the creativity department for quite a few millennia now. But that's not something Narvin acknowledges.]

I've noticed. But humanity was what I was created in the image of. [He steps back, holding the cue loosely across his shoulders.]

Which means I come with some of their nasty faults but at least I know I have the full range of the experience. [and all the contempt in the world for it.]

[Narvin steps up to shoot. He hits one ball and sends it towards a corner pocket while the cue ball carooms off the sides three times then hits a second ball.]

And if you could have been modeled after a different species? Or would you rather have been modeled after no existing species at all, like the first of a new race.

We were supposed to be. I wanted us to be. [He shrugs. He does miss his brother. He hates that his brother wasn't safe for him to be around.

His eyes dart from side to side as he looks at the table, perhaps the first robotic moment he's done. They're tracing over the path Narvin's ball has just taken.]

Edited 2012-08-05 07:21 (UTC)

[The second ball slowly rolls, and then finally topples into a side pocket.]

And what happened? Your creator decided not to make any more and threw away the blueprints?

My brother decided that he didn't like the idea anymore. And now I'm here. [He then looks back at the position of the cue ball, and looks amused for a moment. He aims, and it pings off a side.

Between two balls and off another.

By another ball, and off that side to bounce back between the first two balls.

It ricochets back to the other side and by another.

It comes to a stop in front of Narvin after a couple of more ricochets. No balls on the table touched.]

Oops.

[Narvin watches the cue ball travel across the table repeatedly. When it stops he looks up at Lore and raises an eyebrow.]

Oh now you're just showing off.

Your brother wasn't ready for fatherhood then? Or godhood, whichever species-creating metaphor you prefer.

I think it was the death and torture he didn't want to be involved in. I tried to fix that for him but he changed his mind. [He leans on the cue and shrugs sheepishly. Yup, he's a little bit of a show off.] What can I say. Can't win them all.

Yes, death and torture do tend to put most people with a conscience off. But as you don't look like a cyberman, I'm not sure I understand why the death and torture was necessary to create more of your kind.

It's really a natural progression of thought. Android is created. Biological based life quivers in fear. They try to unmake or control the android, android eventually decides that he's had enough of it.

Data was willing to be walked all over for decades in order to accommodate people who would outlive him anyway. I wasn't.

...The torture was mostly to acquire a necessary truth. [That he had made Data love him more than Geordi.]

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