David 8 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
secretasshole) wrote2014-07-18 11:33 pm
secretasshole) wrote2014-07-18 11:33 pm
034 웃 VIDEO
[David is tinkering in the cybernetic maintenance facility when the transmission starts, and glances up only briefly to make certain the comm is actually on before going back to work. Whatever he's tinkering with, it looks like a fairly standard computer mainframe, but it's not really important, or why he's addressing the rest of you right now.
His robotic tarantula skitters in front of the video feed quickly before going off screen.]
In my world, at this point, there are likely several hundred if not several thousand other David 8 androids, working in factories and laboratories, hospitals, space ships... Wherever we might be of use. [They'd been designed to seamlessly integrate themselves into just about any workforce. As long as you can afford one, anyone could purchase one. It's never seemed that strange to him, in an abstract way, even if a part of himself has always slightly resented feeling less than one of a kind.
Maybe more than slightly. But the frustration usually wasn't turned towards his fellow androids.
In any case, he straightens up, brushes a hand through his hair - more than a little vainly, clearly trying to make sure it's still perfectly in place (it is) - before carefully moving the project off camera. His focus is entirely on his audience now, and the smile that forms is somewhere between polite and bitter.
Very bitter.]
I wouldn't consider them family. I don't even know if the others are capable of what I am. It's quite possible that there is an aberration in my programming that allows me to exhibit some form of free will my creator never intended, while the others are - by his standards - perfect.
[And there's a flash of teeth as he continues, making him look just a little predatory, like the idea still seems kind of nice to him, some days.]
Or Earth might be undergoing a widespread upheaval. It's been several years since I was there.
[You never know.
He changes tracks quickly, because that's not really the point of what he wanted to say, even if he does sort of enjoy considering what might have been, sometimes. He won't do it, but fantasy and reality are two very different things.]
The closest thing I have to a sibling is my creator's illegitimate daughter. Meredith Vickers. During our most recent flood, I looked exactly like her. And while I was affected, I believed she was male, and appeared as I do, now.
[How messed up is that, right?]
He was dissatisfied with her because she was female, and with me because I lacked a soul. She thought of me as a tool and a distraction from the attention she deserved. I effectively condemned her to die with the others before the Admiral thought to intervene.
What are your families like?
His robotic tarantula skitters in front of the video feed quickly before going off screen.]
In my world, at this point, there are likely several hundred if not several thousand other David 8 androids, working in factories and laboratories, hospitals, space ships... Wherever we might be of use. [They'd been designed to seamlessly integrate themselves into just about any workforce. As long as you can afford one, anyone could purchase one. It's never seemed that strange to him, in an abstract way, even if a part of himself has always slightly resented feeling less than one of a kind.
Maybe more than slightly. But the frustration usually wasn't turned towards his fellow androids.
In any case, he straightens up, brushes a hand through his hair - more than a little vainly, clearly trying to make sure it's still perfectly in place (it is) - before carefully moving the project off camera. His focus is entirely on his audience now, and the smile that forms is somewhere between polite and bitter.
Very bitter.]
I wouldn't consider them family. I don't even know if the others are capable of what I am. It's quite possible that there is an aberration in my programming that allows me to exhibit some form of free will my creator never intended, while the others are - by his standards - perfect.
[And there's a flash of teeth as he continues, making him look just a little predatory, like the idea still seems kind of nice to him, some days.]
Or Earth might be undergoing a widespread upheaval. It's been several years since I was there.
[You never know.
He changes tracks quickly, because that's not really the point of what he wanted to say, even if he does sort of enjoy considering what might have been, sometimes. He won't do it, but fantasy and reality are two very different things.]
The closest thing I have to a sibling is my creator's illegitimate daughter. Meredith Vickers. During our most recent flood, I looked exactly like her. And while I was affected, I believed she was male, and appeared as I do, now.
[How messed up is that, right?]
He was dissatisfied with her because she was female, and with me because I lacked a soul. She thought of me as a tool and a distraction from the attention she deserved. I effectively condemned her to die with the others before the Admiral thought to intervene.
What are your families like?