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Dec 16, 2018 12:59 PM
(spoilers for they love to be taken) agent z and tank dusk make an unlikely team
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yeah. old-fashioned neighborhood type thing, it's pretty cool. lower stakes, too, I don't expect them to mind having you around even without the full vetting.

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sounds like that could be okay.

never really lived with people

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I think you'll like it. they're a good bunch.

haven't told them anything about you but that you're coming, by the way. up to you what you tell 'em and when.

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do they not know i'm an android?

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they don't, yeah. I think they'll take it just fine, and I can tell 'em if you want, but if you don't want to that's fine too.

haven't told them you're a rescue case, either. they might guess that but there's a couple other things you could be, it won't be too obvious.

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might be nice for a while. to just be a person.

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yeah.

you get to keep that, if you want.

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wouldn't be able to hide it forever.

 

maybe i could. if i tried hard enough.

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up to you whether it's worth it. I really do think you'll be all right either way, with this bunch.

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how are they about skip?

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there's still some debate about whether he and Silver get a full say in things, since they aren't human-grade and don't have the same stake in socials. but they take the question seriously, and it's pretty settled that they should get /some/ say, and that's not a problem you'd have anyway.

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wow

you guys are *radicals*, huh

 

not that i wasn't kinda getting that impression

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yep. we're not perfect, but - it's important to us that places like this exist, that corps don't get to eat *literally* everything.

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sounds like a fun project.

looking forward to weird food and robot rights

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And Skip makes her way through the streets, dodging traffic, frequently detouring or doubling back to obfuscate her route, at one point leaping to catch a security drone in midair. (She holds it to her mouth for a minute, then lets it go again. 'PTOOIE'.)

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And eventually, Diff comes back.

gonna need you to shut your eyes for this bit. won't be long, almost here.

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He loves this robot.

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you could shut my eyes down if you wanted

He closes them.

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could, yep. but did you miss the part where I'm not an asshole?

you know what's at stake, and that already sucks, I don't need to be a jerk on top of it.

Skip's movements get more erratic for a while - harder to track by feel, obviously meant to throw off Z's sense of where they are - and then the sounds of the city give way to a quieter, echoey place, perhaps a parking garage or empty warehouse. They pass through it, take an elevator down a few stories, pass through another space - even quieter, with padded floors to muffle Skip's steps and no echo to suggest the size, but it's warm, and the air is humid and smells of greenery - and down again, to linoleum-floored hallways. A few turns and the jostle of Skip opening a door later, the straps keeping Z secure on his back recede.

welcome to my apartment. you can open your eyes now.

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He does.

Chalkboard paint on the walls, with crude drawings and scribbles and half-erased equations. Full bookshelf, math and programming books as far as he can tell. Multiple pea-green couches — but it doesn’t look like a living space in here, exactly, more like someplace people pass through. 

He climbs carefully down.Z

this is your place?

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yeah. your room's down the hall, second on the left; bathroom's first on the right. or if you wanna come see the tank, that's okay.

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He drops his washbox in the bathroom first – he'll figure out how to hook that up later – and then heads for his own room, to investigate.

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It's not a large room, but still bigger than his space with Luvtek, and much homier than the front room was. The bed is nicely made, covered with a patchwork quilt that seems handmade, if somewhat inexpertly so, and there's a matching smaller quilt draped over the back of the recliner in the corner, coordinating with the shade of the lamp on the table next to it. The table also holds a few books, a fidget toy of a type that was popular a few years ago, and a printed sculpture of a dragon curled protectively around an egg. The room's camera is mounted on a track on the back wall, at eye height, with a little curtain attached to it for privacy. There's an extension cord suitable for z to charge himself with waiting on the bed, plugged in somewhere behind the headboard, and a tablet sitting next to it.

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...oh.

He sits down on the bed and touches the quilt, gently.

(There's a sculpture – and one of those toys, he's looked at those but it always seemed pointless to own one...and a curtain for the camera.)

this is all mine?

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