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capeandcowllogs2012-12-03 10:30 pm
heartlessglitch) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-12-03 10:30 pm
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why are we alive? and here's how they replied:
WHO: Madison and Danger.
WHERE: X-Club lab at the Institute.
WHEN: Tuesday night, after Lil confesses to Madison.
WARNINGS: Robots...
SUMMARY: Actualwife's loss is Robogirlfriend's gain tbh.
FORMAT: Quickie!
[ Danger had chosen not to interfere. She had considered the possibility that Lillian would take the action she did, after being confronted for Cross's location-- and if there was one thing Danger knew humans would reliably do, it was forgetting their logic in their most emotional moments. Maybe there was something she could have done to prevent it, to spare Madison the heartache, but she hadn't said much after informing Madison where his wife had gone. She'd chosen the role of the passive observer, listening through her connection with Madison's neural microchip and biding her time. Her motives, whatever they were, stayed unspoken.
Maybe it was simply that she thought Lillian deserved the chance to make her own choices. Or it had simply come to the point where she no longer felt obligated to protect their marriage for the sake of Madison's happiness. After all, her confidence in her ability to fulfill that function-- making Madison happy-- had returned with her mechanical body, and if she felt any debt was owned to Lillian for her reluctant hospitality, that feeling was complicated. By history. Resentment. Rivalry.
When Madison showed up at the Institute in the aftermath, she didn't attempt to seem surprised. She knew, and she expected he knew that she did. No explanations were required between them. She let him have his space during the afternoon into the evening-- time enough to get into his work. It's only then that she approaches him, coming to stand across from him at his work bench, watching him with those unblinking eyes. ]
Do you wish to talk?
WHERE: X-Club lab at the Institute.
WHEN: Tuesday night, after Lil confesses to Madison.
WARNINGS: Robots...
SUMMARY: Actualwife's loss is Robogirlfriend's gain tbh.
FORMAT: Quickie!
[ Danger had chosen not to interfere. She had considered the possibility that Lillian would take the action she did, after being confronted for Cross's location-- and if there was one thing Danger knew humans would reliably do, it was forgetting their logic in their most emotional moments. Maybe there was something she could have done to prevent it, to spare Madison the heartache, but she hadn't said much after informing Madison where his wife had gone. She'd chosen the role of the passive observer, listening through her connection with Madison's neural microchip and biding her time. Her motives, whatever they were, stayed unspoken.
Maybe it was simply that she thought Lillian deserved the chance to make her own choices. Or it had simply come to the point where she no longer felt obligated to protect their marriage for the sake of Madison's happiness. After all, her confidence in her ability to fulfill that function-- making Madison happy-- had returned with her mechanical body, and if she felt any debt was owned to Lillian for her reluctant hospitality, that feeling was complicated. By history. Resentment. Rivalry.
When Madison showed up at the Institute in the aftermath, she didn't attempt to seem surprised. She knew, and she expected he knew that she did. No explanations were required between them. She let him have his space during the afternoon into the evening-- time enough to get into his work. It's only then that she approaches him, coming to stand across from him at his work bench, watching him with those unblinking eyes. ]
Do you wish to talk?
no subject
At length, she speaks aloud, looking at him intently: ]
Symbiosis: An instance of persisting cooperation or intimate union between two dissimilar organisms.
[ She pauses lightly. It's almost curious, when she asks: ]
Are you suggesting symbiosis between us?
no subject
I think I am.
[ A pause, where he's turning the concept around in his mind. The recollection of thriving in the sense of unity and being part of a whole rather than a ruined part―no matter how horrific the experience was, that feeling was something more. ]
It seems like a good idea t'me. We could make it work, couldn't we?
[ A breath of hope feels stuck in his chest: anxious, excited. ]
no subject
[ Her initial answer comes without hesitation. The technical aspect of it doesn't require much skepticism-- truthfully, between the two of them, there aren't many things that are technologically impossible, given enough time and resources. But this is much more than an issue of hardware or software.
Maybe it's her logical, calculating nature-- maybe it's just the fact that she's inorganic that prevents her from expressing the same nervous excitement. Her voice is smooth and steady when it comes again. ]
I am receptive to this concept.
However, you must be aware of the commitment such a system would require from you.
It would not be as simple as your microchip, and not so easily disabled, should you change your mind.
no subject
It's not enough to dissuade him. ]
I can't think a' any reason why I would change my mind.
[ And his fingers tangle with hers. ]
I love you.
no subject
Trusting a human to that level isn't something to be taken lightly.
Danger knows humans. She knows they're unreliable, treacherous, prone to whims, emotionally driven-- she knows. But she thinks she knows that Madison means it too, when he says that he loves her. It somehow makes the risk worth taking, lets the emotional part of her programming override its logical counterpart.
Finally, the verdict: ]
I am willing to engage in the necessary modifications whenever you are ready to pursue it.
no subject
Danger is the one being, machine or organic, he unequivocally, certainly adores and loves. Without any exception―he's looking at her, grateful. ]
Alright. I―think I know what t'do, but once I make a plan...
[ There's a distinct undercurrent of apprehension that accompanies that joy, too, at the thought of losing a sense of self for this―or worse, that feeling of nonexistence that took him the last time he combined his mind with a machine's. They wouldn't go so far (no, no that'd be awful.) but he wonders. Worries if the process of linking to an organic mind would be enough to injure her mechanical processes, irreparably damage her consciousness.
Gently: ]
I can't guarantee you the process won't be horrifyin'.
no subject
I am aware of the possible negative outcomes.
These are risks I am willing to take.
[ Nothing could be more painful than the lonely emptiness of her enslavement as the Danger Room. And even if it failed, even if she was damaged beyond repair, it was a choice she was making for herself. Something she was willing to endure as a consequence of a decision made of her own free will. That, in and of itself, has meaning. ]
There is no better team for this undertaking than you and I, Madison.
no subject
Chuckling, his hand gives their grip a fond little shake. ]
We are a pretty good team.
[ This feeling of completion, being settled without turmoil or sacrifice. All of it feels so unfamiliar, like it's been an eon and a half since the last time Madison has ever felt like this. He's not so afraid, now. ]
Neither of us has t'be alone. Not anymore.