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mayfield_rpg2012-08-01 02:32 pm
autoerotica) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-01 02:32 pm
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Operation 002 - Just what the doctor ordered
[Phone A - Filtered to Hol Horse]
Mr. Horse? This is Dr. Aston with a follow-up call. I was wondering if you'd have the time to stop by my house so I can check on your progress? I know you seem to have fully recovered, but it's best to be safe, is it not?
[Phone B]
So, I have to ask, does anyone know how these postal deliveries arrive? I mean, yes, I received a package, as I understand is the norm, but I'm very concerned as to how the second item I received was already installed in my basement. Considering that the house is very well locked up when no one is home...
[Sigh.] No matter, I suppose.
Anyway, I have to say, working with humans has been an illuminating experience. Even as a medical professional, I rarely had interactions outside my own race back home. We weren't exactly the sharing type, and I can't say there's ever been a reason for an organic to ever need our assistance. Which, of course, leads to every experience here being new and exciting.
What puzzles me, though, is how resilient you humans are, in the face of having some of the least durable bodies I've encountered in my long history. Your internal skeletons can only maintain integrity under a certain amount of weight, and before then, many of your organs would fall prey to irreversible tears and ruptures. Your skins do next to nothing as far as protection goes, and your muscular systems...
And yet, your sheer force of will helps you survive even in the face of those odds. I find it strange that whatever forces designed you, would sacrifice physical toughness for an indomitable psyche. It's curious to no end.
Perhaps that's what I miss about working on my own mechanical brethren - everything was simple and easy to understand. Certainly, our systems were interconnected, but you could easily isolate a problem and replace a part before anything vital was affected. At this rate, I feel I might get rusty as far as the simpler workings of a synthetic being.
[Chuckle.] And I would hate to get rusty.
Mr. Horse? This is Dr. Aston with a follow-up call. I was wondering if you'd have the time to stop by my house so I can check on your progress? I know you seem to have fully recovered, but it's best to be safe, is it not?
[Phone B]
So, I have to ask, does anyone know how these postal deliveries arrive? I mean, yes, I received a package, as I understand is the norm, but I'm very concerned as to how the second item I received was already installed in my basement. Considering that the house is very well locked up when no one is home...
[Sigh.] No matter, I suppose.
Anyway, I have to say, working with humans has been an illuminating experience. Even as a medical professional, I rarely had interactions outside my own race back home. We weren't exactly the sharing type, and I can't say there's ever been a reason for an organic to ever need our assistance. Which, of course, leads to every experience here being new and exciting.
What puzzles me, though, is how resilient you humans are, in the face of having some of the least durable bodies I've encountered in my long history. Your internal skeletons can only maintain integrity under a certain amount of weight, and before then, many of your organs would fall prey to irreversible tears and ruptures. Your skins do next to nothing as far as protection goes, and your muscular systems...
And yet, your sheer force of will helps you survive even in the face of those odds. I find it strange that whatever forces designed you, would sacrifice physical toughness for an indomitable psyche. It's curious to no end.
Perhaps that's what I miss about working on my own mechanical brethren - everything was simple and easy to understand. Certainly, our systems were interconnected, but you could easily isolate a problem and replace a part before anything vital was affected. At this rate, I feel I might get rusty as far as the simpler workings of a synthetic being.
[Chuckle.] And I would hate to get rusty.
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[Knock Out clears his throat, his voice sounding a bit more proud.] Yes, it is. Our planet... in a sense, you could say it's our progenitor. While many of the facts have been lost over the centuries, there is reason to believe that our planet was once a mechanical being unto itself, and we were created as a way to ward off a powerful threat. Our species is multi-faceted, descended from the original Thirteen born of the planet, and until rather recently, saw rapid production through the efforts of our planet's core.
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I hadn't even imagined that something like that could exist. And I've heard about all sorts of things, here. That's... I already said it was amazing, didn't I? [She laughs.] ...production has slowed down, though? [There's some worry in her tone.]
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So... for the time being, all those of us that exist are all that will exist. Though there have been efforts to construct more, though the technology is still hit-or-miss.
Go figure; a synthetic species that can't produce more of their own. It's actually kind of sad, isn't it? [His tone is difficult to discern, but there's something in his voice when he says this.]
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[She sounds genuinely sympathetic through it all.]