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acatalepsy_rpg2018-09-07 03:34 pm
fuck1ngusernam3) wrote in acatalepsy_rpg2018-09-07 03:34 pm
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.]
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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[ 9S curls his free hand underneath his chin, having to reflect on the question for a moment. ]
I dunno, it's not like I can really say what is and isn't possible for other humans. Besides, what's so bad about it?
[ He doesn't miss the discomfort in your voice there, Hank. ]
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[He looks away, taking a breath and calming himself down a little, looking maybe a little embarrassed, looking definitely a little displeased.]
This being a dream's the only thing that makes sense, but- That doesn't make sense. Does it?
[He tilts his head back, his voice a little muffled because of the way he's holding his hands over his face.]
I don't know. Fuck. Maybe androids are better suited to this shit than I am. You're more... adaptive, no preconceived whatevers. Human brain's not, uh, flexible enough. I just need this to make sense.
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I don't know if it has anything to do with me being an android. [ Even if he was built with a more adaptive mindset, but it wasn't as if he were the same as most other androids he knew. ] It was all pretty weird for me at first, too.
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Yeah? Seems kind of hard to believe, but how'd you end up dealing with it? Don't tell me you just... chilled out.
['Time heals all wounds' has no right to be applicable here. 'Time heals all the freaky shit' doesn't roll off the tongue nearly as well.]
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[Please ignore how hopeful Hank sounds, here. Hank's ignoring it. If he ignores it he won't mind as much when it turns out to be a lot harder for his crusty old ass to get over this shit than it was for the robot.]