Log 002 | Butt why? | audio un: NINES

[idealog]

[ He's done his reading. He's lurked around the Red Light district for answers. 9S has seen a lot recently, but he still doesn't know. It's an itch in his mind waiting for a good scratch, but observation and research hasn't quite done the trick. He's got the basics down, he thinks, but it still seems a little too personal to test the waters himself. Being physical with someone like that? He may as well give a stranger his personal decryption codes. He's made friends here and most people aren't so bad, but the vulnerability still bothers him.

9S is more than a little exasperated with wondering. The world, especially a new one like this, is full of so much else yet there's so much focus on that one activity. ]

Why are humans so obsessed with sex? Aren't there more interesting things to do?

[ Phrasing it like that might ease the "why are you so weird?" "i'm an android" part of a conversation, he thinks, but 9S realizes it's strange enough that people will be confused regardless. This was a terrible idea. Where's the delete function on this thing, anyway?

Sigh.]

At least it's not war, I guess.

[ Always a positive. ]

Comments

[idealog]

That's not entirely unheard of, but I'm not sure that a normal human could sustain that kind of life expectancy. Are those people just humans?

[ Now he's curious, if a little bratty still. ]

How old are you?

[ 9S thinks about that for a moment. ]

I've been doing a lot. What kind of interesting thing are you talking about?

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[eusford]

Nope. I mean, technically you could say that they used to be but... eh. [ It's a motion that's unheard through the device, but by his tone it's easy to decipher that he just shrugged his shoulders. ]

Me? Huh... well I was born in the thirteenth century? And given the current year in my world back home—that makes me over eight hundred years old. I haven't been keeping track.

[eusford]

Get a job.