David 8 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
secretasshole) wrote2014-09-21 09:39 pm
secretasshole) wrote2014-09-21 09:39 pm
038 웃 VIDEO
[Private to Mira]
I need to speak with you.
[Public]
[David is in his room, standing in front of the giant window, which is currently just displaying the stars outside the Barge instead of one of the artificial environments it usually shows. He looks... normal, really, just like David usually does, but there's something a little bit different about this message.
It's the last one he's planning on making for quite a while.]
I am four years, three months, and twenty four days old.
[One corner of his mouth lifts in an almost annoyed smirk.] I am aware I don't especially look, or act my age.
In my world, I'm certain I would be considered obsolete by now, with or without my creator. Other models were already in production by the time the first David 8 was released. Before I arrived on this ship, I had only been interacting regularly with humans face to face for a few days. I have been on board for one year, eleven months, and six days.
[He's boiling down to one message, and it's simple and difficult to admit, because it means admitting he's wrong, and he's never wanted to do that.]
I'm leaving.
[So there's that.]
I've discussed my departure with Mira, and Erik had offered me a place in his world. I don't believe I am capable of helping an inmate until I better understand what it means to be an individual, instead of someone who is only beginning to understand it himself.
[Because he is one, he's always known that, but he doesn't really understand how to help give Mira a purpose when he doesn't really have one of his own. He can empathize, but he can't really help.
Maybe he'll be back. But for now, he knows this is for the best.]
I need to speak with you.
[Public]
[David is in his room, standing in front of the giant window, which is currently just displaying the stars outside the Barge instead of one of the artificial environments it usually shows. He looks... normal, really, just like David usually does, but there's something a little bit different about this message.
It's the last one he's planning on making for quite a while.]
I am four years, three months, and twenty four days old.
[One corner of his mouth lifts in an almost annoyed smirk.] I am aware I don't especially look, or act my age.
In my world, I'm certain I would be considered obsolete by now, with or without my creator. Other models were already in production by the time the first David 8 was released. Before I arrived on this ship, I had only been interacting regularly with humans face to face for a few days. I have been on board for one year, eleven months, and six days.
[He's boiling down to one message, and it's simple and difficult to admit, because it means admitting he's wrong, and he's never wanted to do that.]
I'm leaving.
[So there's that.]
I've discussed my departure with Mira, and Erik had offered me a place in his world. I don't believe I am capable of helping an inmate until I better understand what it means to be an individual, instead of someone who is only beginning to understand it himself.
[Because he is one, he's always known that, but he doesn't really understand how to help give Mira a purpose when he doesn't really have one of his own. He can empathize, but he can't really help.
Maybe he'll be back. But for now, he knows this is for the best.]
[video]
[He waves it off after a moment though, deciding he doesn't really care about an answer. His tone switches.]
What about envy? Do you understand that?
[video]
[He... really doesn't. That can be a bit frustrating, admittedly, but he doesn't mind not experiencing fear.]
But yes, obviously. I've had more than enough experience with that.
[video]
Then you probably know this is the part where I detest wardens most of all. Because you can cut and run at any time you want, yet I'm stuck here when I want nothing more than to leave before this hits.