“My price is not something inside my database, I was not paid for being built for I was already made before being transferred here, that I can tell you the cost of. A million and seventy seven united states dollars.” The machine spoke coldly as the graphs changed, eventually there was no activity on screen, just their form.
Their eyes shifter to the android. “I have temporarily finished my duties as of now, that will be an option.” And the screen shuts off. The body powers on, its pure green eye glowing, before the more normal looking one opens, a green pupil appearing with a pupil that looks like the power on button.
Its position shifts before it stands, and it practically towers over Bradley. Ascii shifts its body, adjusting to having it once again, its visible joints that aren’t under the custom made suit glow a soft green, and there is a visible green glow under the other parts of the suit.
“This is a rarely used body of mine, only when it is most crucial I take part in business deals that I cannot observe from a device. Built by hand in these offices by 2B11, our technician and mechanic for machinery as intricate as I and 889”
As they speak, a gust of cold air enters the room through a vent, the cooling system for when Ascii’s computer has just turned off. The air makes the looser parts of their suit move softly, and their nylon hair shines smoothly against the ceiling light. “You may come in contact with it, it was made for that.”
This leaves an odd feeling on Ascii, a wonder for whether its possible to wander the halls outside without many to watch over them. It confuses them, so for now they return their attention to Bradley.
Bradley rocks back and forth on the heels of his feet as he watches Ascii transport itself into the android. To say he is excited was an understatement, it feels like Christmas morning. When Ascii stands up, he runs over to them and marvels at their size, their body. He wants to touch them but refrains himself.
“You’re so beautiful.” Bradley blurts out, barely catching what they said about 2B11. “Holy shit, you’re just…gorgeous!”
He circles them, quietly ooohing and ahhhing under his breath as he discovers new parts that he wants to prod at and observe. This is how an android should look like, he thinks. His hands twitch with restraint, restraint he drops moments later when they give him the go ahead to touch.
Bradley is careful, incredibly so as he steps back in front of Ascii and places a hand on their arm, just feeling the material. Even if they are ‘just a machine’, he doesn’t want to make them uncomfortable.
“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay? Don’t worry, I won’t go too far or hurt you.” He says automatically, without considering if they even could get hurt. But hey, they are talking to him, moving about, holding a conversation. For him, they are already a person.
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