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secretasshole) wrote2012-12-11 09:45 pm
secretasshole) wrote2012-12-11 09:45 pm
005 웃 VIDEO/TEXT
[David is not wearing his sweater in favor of his usual gray uniform. He also definitely did not participate in any pro-holiday shenanigans, and has generally been doing his usual thing of wandering the Barge, but being largely inconspicuous. At the moment, he's standing in the common room on the sixth floor. There is some mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and he has been extremely careful to avoid it, even though he's looking up at it when he starts talking.]
It was Christmas Day when the vessel I was assigned to before arriving here arrived at its destination. The captain remarked that we needed the holiday to show that time was still moving. Of course, the crew was from Earth, so we were all familiar with the holiday, even if we did not practice it ourselves. Interesting, that on a ship with such diverse cultural backgrounds represented still carries these specific, occasionally antiquated practices. [And he doesn't really sound like he thinks that's kind of bullshit, but. He kind of sounds like he thinks that's bullshit.
But then again, a lot of human cultural practices sort of seem like bullshit to him.
He looks down and changes the subject, expression still fairly neutral, the slightly sardonic smile vanishing for the time being.]
I would be interested in assisting in the library, if that is permissible. I understand why unpaired inmates are generally turned away from the infirmary or the engine room, but as I was designed to assist my human counterparts in whatever way they may see fit - [Which was also bullshit, but he's really only asking for a job because he's sort of bored just dicking around doing nothing in particular. Or, you know, as bored as a robot can be.] I feel as if my services are going to waste as long as I remain without a task to complete.
[Private to the Admiral]
Please provide Mr. Lensherr and Ms. Knope with more appropriate sweaters, Mr. Stark a written history of Weyland Corporation, and star charts of the known universe from my world for Aya.
Thank you.
It was Christmas Day when the vessel I was assigned to before arriving here arrived at its destination. The captain remarked that we needed the holiday to show that time was still moving. Of course, the crew was from Earth, so we were all familiar with the holiday, even if we did not practice it ourselves. Interesting, that on a ship with such diverse cultural backgrounds represented still carries these specific, occasionally antiquated practices. [And he doesn't really sound like he thinks that's kind of bullshit, but. He kind of sounds like he thinks that's bullshit.
But then again, a lot of human cultural practices sort of seem like bullshit to him.
He looks down and changes the subject, expression still fairly neutral, the slightly sardonic smile vanishing for the time being.]
I would be interested in assisting in the library, if that is permissible. I understand why unpaired inmates are generally turned away from the infirmary or the engine room, but as I was designed to assist my human counterparts in whatever way they may see fit - [Which was also bullshit, but he's really only asking for a job because he's sort of bored just dicking around doing nothing in particular. Or, you know, as bored as a robot can be.] I feel as if my services are going to waste as long as I remain without a task to complete.
[Private to the Admiral]
Please provide Mr. Lensherr and Ms. Knope with more appropriate sweaters, Mr. Stark a written history of Weyland Corporation, and star charts of the known universe from my world for Aya.
Thank you.