Yvette finds herself in the unenviable position of coming into existence in free fall at almost terminal velocity
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By all accounts it is entirely self-inflicted.

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"That makes it more sad, doesn't it? Like Qorro. Wanting a person that would make him miserable, chasing after her approval anyway. Except it's their whole life." Sigh. "But I doubt I'll convince them to change. More likely I'll just be stuck cleaning up the messes they leave."

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It doesn't have to be her. Hundreds of castoffs, there.

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"I know. And I'd rather not dedicate my life as my sire's home grown maid-service. Just." Lean. "I somehow don't think I can settle into a life of comfortable normality, apart from their schemes."

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Normality is boring anyway. She's more interesting.

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"Heh. Thank you." Nuzzle nuzzle. He's so great. "So! What do you want to do today?"

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...follow her around like an infatuated duckling? Seemed to work fine yesterday.

Also he's getting used to having a crush on her at alarming speeds, nothing should by rights feel this nice.

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She beams at him and gives him an affectionate kiss. On the shoulder, since it's closest.

"Okay. Let me know if you'd like me to go in a particular direction, though. And this time I will ask before wandering off to go poke a thing that looks familiar instead of just doing it."

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That's reassuring. If nothing else, he is substantially less explosion-proof than she is.

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"I wouldn't say I'm explosion-proof, just explosion resistant. And I have yet to cause any explosions whatsoever, so I feel this characterization of my curious nature is unfair," she sniffs.

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Does she want him to show her around some definitively-explosive trinkets? He knows where to find some and he is absolutely sure he can find some that she would find intriguing, too.

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"No!" Pause. ".... Okay, maybe some little ones, in case I need a portable explosive to throw in an emergency. I need to fill my many pockets with something. But I want to be clear that explosives are boring!"

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No he's not thinking of explosives, he's thinking of dangerously interesting numenera that happen to be likely to explode if poked in the wrong way but have other uses besides.

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"Okay, that's admittedly more tempting. But! Safer numenera first until I have a real feel for how applicable and practical my nebulous library of Changing God knowledge is to everyday life. ... Stuff that they left doesn't count, the clock was triggered to only respond to castoffs, and the thing I solved was just a memory aid for sire-dearest, not actually fixing anything."

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Fine fine but if they explode he reserves the right to haunt her.

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"Please do, I will want to capture your ghost, study it, and then upload a copy of it onto a compatible chassis to let you run rampant as an artificial intelligence!"

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Then something occurs to her.

She is a castoff, and will not die of old age. Her sire made her body to last. This is not true of Aleks. Or anyone else.

"... Ah. That... will be something I'll want to work on sooner rather than later, won't it," she muses.

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...will it?

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"Um, not uploading in particular, just. Uh. I will not die of old age. And you... will if left to your own devices. Also along with most everyone else in the world, which to be clear I think I'm also not fine with, but I'm now particularly invested in keeping you."

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Keeping him.

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"U-um. Well. Keeping you... around. Alive. Safe? Happy. Not so much keeping you like a, a pet or something."

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Generalised scepticism.

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"Sorry! I promise it's not in a weird way. Probably. It's probably not in a weird way. I just. Like you and want you to continue being around."

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He finds it kind of peculiar that despite her mind-reading he noticed he was okay with the other meaning of "being kept" before she did.

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She turns pink and partially hides herself under the covers. He may just see her eyes and up. Nothing else. Everything else is invisible.

"W-well. Well. Shush. Sometimes anxiety is distracting from reality, okay. I feel like I have a lot of predisposition for crazy due to my creation, I think it's perfectly logical to be jumpy and worried about freaking you out."

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