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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/28/2017 2:01:34 AM
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He watched, smiling.
"Why are you throwing those at the trees anyways?"
His silvery eyes glinted in the moonlight.
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"Can't sleep." [i]She replied simply, throwing the pen. And, once again, it broke the sound barrier, tearing a hole within the trunk of the tree.[/i]
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"Ah." He nodded. "Good throw."
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"Thanks. Anyhow... what might you be doing out here, so late at night? Did my throwing awaken you?"
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"I don't sleep much. Just walking around the woods since it's a beautiful night, and heard the sonic boom."
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"I see. What's your reason for being unable to sleep, then...? Mine is that my mind is far too restless. It's a literal computer."
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"A computer? Well, that explains the glow then..." He commented. "I just don't physically require much sleep, haven't exhausted myslef in forever, so I haven't needed rest in forever."
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"Oh. Wonderful. I'm able to sleep, however with the amount of exercising I do... I sleep to relax my muscles, because otherwise, I'd be in for some serious injuries. However, I don't exactly require sleep, either."
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"Interesting. So, you say you're part computer? I could tell you were different, you have a certain... Glow surrounding you. It's kind of unique, prettu even." He didn't appear to be flirting, just stating his thought.
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[i]Even if he was flirting, Cyra took no notice of the compliment; sure, she had the 'love' emotion recently programmed into her, however that didn't quite include flirting, compliments, et cetera.[/i] "Part computer is one way to put it. In addition to my cybernetic arm," [i]She lifted her prosthetic limb.[/i] "My brain has also been replaced by a computer."
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"Interesting... May I ask why?"
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"... good question." [i]She seemed to now want to direct the conversation elsewhere.[/i] "What about you?"
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"What about me?" He cocked his head. "Or could you already tell I'm a weirdo?"
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"Isn't everybody a weirdo in some way, around here?" [i]She snorts, only half joking.[/i]
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He doubled over and laughed. "Yep, that about sums up the planet!"
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[i]She waited for him to finish his laughing, before continuing.[/i] "I believe that you're avoiding the question."
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"I'm technically a biological robot, programmed and built by some oddball alien a very long time ago." He shrugged.
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"Ah, I see." [i]It seemed as though social interaction wasn't one of Cyra's strengths; she lapsed into silence.[/i]
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"So if you're a computer... Does that mean you've had all your emotions and such programmed into you? Love, joy, sadness, etc.?" He asked, cocking his head.
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"Yes, actually... the latter two were programmed many years ago, while the former was only programmed in very recently. I still see no reason for it, however. Anyhow, is it the same for a biological robot?"
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"Yes, sort of. I was programmed with emotions and ideologies a long time ago, used to think most of them were useless, but they're entertaining." He smiled again.
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"Entertainment seems useless in itself." [i]Her own facial expression remained passive.[/i]
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"But it is enjoyable, no? Entertainment also allows for increased morale." He pointed out, smiling wider.
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He doubled over laughing. "True! Very true!" He stood back up. "Wouldn't you prefer a moving target for better practice?"
