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video | dated at the very end of week one

[The video opens on a patch of dirt, a leg stretched out along one edge of the screen. Next to the leg a number of very small muddy spots map out a connect-the-dots picture that more creative minds - or just anyone who's ever been a bored teenager - might recognize as a sort-of accurate depiction of one particular x-rated body part. A voice, cracking and hoarse like it has to drag itself over gravel to get its words out, starts speaking immediately.]

Hey, you know what makes me-

[His coughing is harsh and wet but it's only a few seconds before it stops. Hank mutters a curse under his breath, just audible, and hacks up a loogie, spitting it so it lands just so off the end of the art in the dirt next to him. The dirt there goes wet and dark, and with this artistic rendering of a drop of splooge, his masterpiece is complete. When he leans back the camera's in a different position; in the opposite corner from the dirt the screen shows the massive head of a Saint Bernard, taking up a good part of the screen and the majority of Hank's lap.]

You know what makes me feel better when I'm feeling like shit? Bitching about it. Let's bitch, guys. Tell me how shitty you've got it right now. It's not like anyone's got anything else to do here, right? I mean, not unless someone can get this big furry boulder to unglue itself from my lap. I'd have something to do if he'd just play. Look, watch this, it's pathetic.

Hey, Sumo. Fetch.

[Anyone with motion sickness might want to look away; the screen jerks around wildly as the arm with the camera on it moves to grab a rock and hold it in the air like Hank's going to throw it. Then the screen goes still again as Hank has to lean forward to cough, his dog's big, placid face now taking up the whole view. Sumo gives a single low whuff, lifts his head, and apparently settles himself right over the camera because the screen goes dark. There's the muffled sound of Hank cursing, trying to say Sumo's name between coughs, and then nothing as Hank manages to work his other hand under Sumo's jaw and shut the recording off.]

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I don't know, my legs do kinda want to be free but where would they go even if they were? There's a reason I never went to any of those uh, fancy mountain retreat type places.

God, I bet a lot of rich idiots would pay so much to come here and be bored out of their minds. Besides, he's Sumo's big guy. It kind of takes a lot to pick him up when he doesn't want to go.

[There are people who can lift Sumo no problem, but this kid doesn't exactly look like one of them. Not that he's going to straight up say that to the kid's face.]

But hey, just because you've got it better doesn't mean you don't have shit going on. Go on, lay it on me. I promise you'll be helping me pass the time.

The only thing I could complain about is that you're all getting sick and it's starting to become a lot to keep up with.

[ Yet here he is, doing it anyway; it's a halfhearted complaint at worst, though. 9S would be lying if he said he wasn't concerned. ]

Wouldn't you be more comfortable passing the time in a bed, anyway? It's better than the ground even on a good day.

You ever been sick in a weird new place? It’s...

[Hank grimaces, dangerously close to using some words that would be too descriptive, too honest. Waking up all sweaty and confused, that moment when he remembers just how far he is from everything that ever made sense and just laying there feeling that sink in, it’s-]

It’s just kind of weird. At least there are some actual colors out here.

[He shrugs. That’s close enough.]

Why are you trying to keep up with all the sick people? You a nurse or something?

[ He hasn't, and never will be, so 9S hasn't a clue what it's like, other than it must be utterly miserable given everyone's current state. Though, he feels rather fortunate it's one thing he gets to skip out on. ]

—A nurse? Well, no... To be honest, I don't have a clue what to do about illnesses, but the least I can do is run the little errands while the rest of you are supposed to be resting up.

I guess that’s something to do, huh? Done any interesting ones?

[Not that he wants to nose into anyone else’s business, but- well, yeah, he does. He totally does. He’s willing to get as nosy as he needs to to just have something to do.]

Oh, I don't know about interesting. It's mostly been things from the kitchen, or catching others collapsing outside their bedrooms...

[ That's pointed, by the way. ]

[Hank looks surprised for a second, registering the pointed comment and the - concern? - behind it. Part of it's probably just frustration at having to do the same job over and over. He'd be annoyed, for sure.

He raises his eyebrows, giving a small, pointed smile, moving his arm just enough so the camera shows the ground underneath his butt, his lap, and Sumo resting on it.]

Too bad they didn't think about sitting down first.

You don't got to pick up after everyone, you know. We're all adults here, a guy does something he knows might end with him falling on his face, hey. You've got no obligation to help someone out of something they knew they were getting into.

Well, no...

[ It's more like an instinctive need to assist humans, but when he stops to think about it, 9S is aware he's got his own programming to blame for that. He's grown to be frustrated about it from time to time, but there are days where it doesn't hurt to lend a helping hand. The circumstances they're stuck in is one of those times. ]

... Is it really okay? It's not gonna get worse if you stay out there?

Uh - I actually don't know.

[He shrugs. Here it is, the result of over half a century's worth of experience and some degree of mental development.]

I never got any of that, 'oh, you're not supposed to stay out in the rain or you'll get sick' or you know, any of that old wives bullshit. It's a nice day, isn't fresh air supposed to be good for you?

Why, you always stay inside when you're sick, just like you're supposed to?

[ In his defense, it's more experience than 9S has. Given how everything is going this week, it doesn't seem like anyone has much of a clue how to tackle this problem aside from "ride it out". ]

Uh—no. I mean, I can't get sick like you humans do. It's my first time seeing this kind of affliction happen to people, so I'm not really sure how these things go.

[Hank is surprised. Then Hank is dismayed. Then Hank is awkward. Lucky him, that all shows on his face - and the camera - as his expression goes through it. If it were up to him, he would have just skipped to awkward.]

Oh, uh. What kinda... not human... are you?

[ Fortunately, it's far from the first time he's gotten this sequence of reactions out of someone. At this point, 9S can't expect a stranger to take a look at him and see what he truly is—still, the series of facial expressions gets a hint of amusement from 9S, the corners of his mouth subtly twitching into a playful smile. ]

An android, actually. Don't worry—I get that a lot.

Right.

[He says the word really slowly, feeling his way through it while he tries to figure his shit out. They were kind of just in the middle of a nice, polite conversation, it's not like he can just stop.]

Uh, is that why the whole- [He gestures at the blindfold.] Did they not make your eyes right?

[It's nothing he would have asked in the nice, polite conversation they were having before. But suddenly it feels fine, asking some random kid what's wrong with his face.]

[ Well. That's also the other question 9S gets entirely too frequently, to the point of exasperation. At least Hank asks about it more delicately than most—not that there's much to be delicate about, but it's nice not to have it prefaced with "haha wow how weird" first. ]

—Oh, no, no, my eyes are just fine. It's a visor with a HUD—easy access to all the data I need on the go, y'know?

I really don't. I never even played VR, I'm the furthest you're gonna get from someone who'd know.

[He frowns, sucking at his teeth.]

What kind of data do you even need? Can't you just... see?

Heh, you're not as behind as you think, trust me.

[ Perhaps it's a low bar to set, but at least they're not starting off this conversation with such questions as "what's an android" and "I don't know what data is", so Hank has that much going for him. ]

Sure, I can, but in the heat of combat I'd need to pull up such info like enemy data and current system status on the fly. It's mostly for convenience.

Real convenient in this place of no enemies. Right. But uh, what do you mean, 'not as behind as I think'? Of course I'm behind, I'm the behindest person I know about all this bullshit tech stuff.

[You knew what behindest meant, so no judging Hank. It's hard to think of a better word when his brain's torn between ignoring his various miseries and processing the accusation that he's not actually the least tech savvy person there is.

Yeah, that's offense in Hank's voice. Hank is offended.]

[ 'Behindest'... There's a tiny bit of judging, but that's not why 9S gives a snort in response. Of all things that's ruffling this guy's feathers, and this is it? ]

Give yourself a little credit, at least you know what it is. Do you know how many times I've had to explain technology? There're people around that don't even know about electricity.

Shit, yeah. Guess there’s not much I can do against competition like that.

[He chews on the inside of his cheek, gaze going distant as he thinks over that.]

Imagine that, not even knowing what androids are. Ignorance sure is bliss, huh.

[Then he comes back, gaze focusing on the screen again.]

How do they take it? The whole ‘ooh, there’s magic in the wires!’ thing? I don’t know how I’d even explain that, let alone what you are.

[ Ignorance is bliss. That's—hm. Either he's missing some context for something here, or this man's illness truly has him uttering nonsense. ]

With surprise, most of the time. I'm not sure they ever really get it, but I guess I can't expect them to, either. Especially when there's a lot of people around from a more modern era who've never met an android themselves.

And the modern ones don't get it either, huh? I guess being from a different, uh... [Oh, this shit is weird, it is still weird, and he makes a face when he says the word,] dimension would make getting it a little harder. It's just bad luck that I do, cause I'm pretty sure you're not from mine. No one back home would ever make something that covered an android's face up like that, for one thing.

No, we're definitely not.

[ Even if they were, they certainly weren't from the same... several millennia; that much 9S could say for sure.

His free hand idly reaches up for the side of his head, fingers idly brushing against the black cloth tied around his face. ]

Does this bother you?

[ 9S won't claim to get it, but Hank wouldn't be the first, so. ]

[His expression's surprised, at first, at the implied offer to take it off - because unless they manufacture real assholes wherever this guy's from, it was an offer - and then it goes stubborn. The whole 'no eyes and yet it sees' thing honestly is a little offputting, but hell if Hank's going to admit it.]

Eh, keep it on. You need your, uh, data, or whatever, right?

[Hank watches the screen for a moment, thinking.]

So, you know we're not from the same place? You probably wouldn't of been made in America, but maybe uh... Japan, could be, they make some weird shit over there. What makes you so sure?

[ If he insists... For now, 9S lowers his hand back down. ]

If you're wondering where I was built, it was on an orbital space station specifically designed as a home base for my particular brand of android. It's more like the Earth I know hasn't had humans inhabiting it for thousands of years, so, hypothetically, it would have been impossible for us to ever meet there.

Oh.

[He tilts his head back, sucking at his teeth.]

Well. That would do it. What did us in, if you don't mind me asking? The humans, I mean.

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