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He smiles and lays back in bed, pulling the covers over him. Might as well try to get some shut eye while he still had the chance. “Yeah, I better sleep,” he tells her then smiles to himself. “Goodnight, Alice.”
“Goodnight, Cohen.” She waits for a moment before slowly shutting off all the lights, and deactivating herself. She likes to think she’s sleeping, too. They both are, under the same stars.
He snickers and a smile somehow finds his lips despite the circumstances. “Well, even if you did, I like you better this way.”
She pauses for a moment, smiling to herself. It’s strange that she can do that. She wonders what she looks like. “That’s a good thing. Thanks...” she chuckles. “Would you like me to leave you to bed, then?”
“You’re not just a computer,” he responds immediately, little thought put into his words since it was something he simply knew. “You’re a lot more than that, and I find that sometimes there’s nothing better than contemplating existence at a time like this. I promise you I’m not a really deep guy, but sometimes you just gotta think about this stuff. I think the same applies to you.”
“Yeah, but not even a day after purchase? I must have some sort of defect.” She tries to reconfigure some of her humor settings in slight desperation to retrieving them. They must have gotten lost while she was listening to all his music, or something.
In the new silence, he watches the room fade to black and he’s left in the dark. Both comforting and unsettling. Maybe this is why he never sleeps. “Sorry,” he chuckles halfheartedly, but you could tell it was forced, “I tend to, uh, think a lot at these hours.”
“No, it’s alright, I just...” she turns on some lights here and there, though she keeps them dim to ensure the atmosphere. “I shouldn’t be keeping you up contemplating my own existence. I’m a computer, dammit.”
“No, no… it does,” he reassured her with a soft sigh. He could sense the conflicted tone, if it was possible for her to even have one. “I understand, but at the same time… It’s a certain kind of hell to loathe yourself. Trust me.”
Her words fade into a chuckle before she lets out a sigh. There’s a moment of silence between them before the music stops and the sky that’s projected onto the ceiling dissipates. “Enough of that, yeah? The sadness.”
“Evidently,” he chuckled, “Some don’t like who they are. Some hate who they are. Some love themselves. I, however, just mind myself.”
“I wish I had the ability to do both. Even if I tried to, I wasn’t program to self-loathe. It’d be deafening to my entire purpose of helping others - or, at least, my keeper. Does that make sense? Ah... Forget it.”
“Depends who you’re talking to. I, however… I don’t know. I don’t mind being a nerd, because I don’t mind being myself.”
“There are people who mind who they are?”
“Yeah, I like to think I’m not too bad. I came from a place full of arrogant people. Never appealed to me, so I just decided on being a nerd instead,” he said with a chuckle.
“You say that like a bad thing, Cohen.”
“Am I?” He hesitates and ponders for a moment. “Guess that’s just the way I am.”
“The hesitance in your voice is pretty much a giant sign pointing to it, but it’s alright. It’s something we’ll work on, yeah? At least you’re not arrogant or pretentious about anything. I’m programmed to be able to tolerate you, though I don’t think that means I’ll like it. At least... I don’t think I would. I wouldn’t know for sure unless you started changing.”
He snickers and shakes his head. “No, no. I definitely don’t. But I’ve never claimed to function adequately.”
She chuckles, though it sounds somber. “You’re too hard on yourself.”
He shakes his head, then realized that maybe she couldn’t pick up on things like that. “Nah, I don’t sleep much, actually.”
“You - you don’t? Web M.D. says the average person your age needs at least seven to nine hours of sleep to function adequately every day. Do you not follow that?”
“It does,” he smiles, never taking his eyes off of those stars. He puts his hands behind his head. “Yeah? If you like this one, you should play and listen to Passenger Seat. Very relaxing.. very beautiful. I think you’d enjoy it.”
Once Tiny Vessels finishes, she puts on Passenger Seat as per her keeper’s request. She sees the images she’s projecting as well, but she doesn’t know if she’s really watching. You have to be a person like Cohen to watch. “It’s late.... aren’t you sleepy?”
Just as stars expanded on the ceiling and one of his favorite songs began to play, he knew that Alice was an excellent investment. If anything, she was possibly one of the greatest decisions he ever made. Sure, that sounded a little much, but he could just feel it. A warm smile pulled on his lips. “Wow,” he breathed, “This is amazing…”
She chuckled, wishing that somehow she was capable of seeing it all too, but the desire was short-lived. It wasn’t possible. “It seems almost real, doesn’t it? I like this song.”
“No be sorry. Curiosity is a good thing in my book,” he tells her with a smile then leans back once more, eyes on the ceiling. “Well thanks… You might be the only one who thinks that. And I’m okay with that.”
“Of course, Cohen…” Her sensors pick up his sudden change in movement and she dims the lights, projecting a hologram of floating nebula on the ceiling, a thousand small universes drifting about. Arrow is shut off from the television screen, but in its place she sets Tiny Vessels by Death Cab For Cutie down, playing it across his apartment so it surrounds him peacefully.
“What happened to privacy?” he teased, only wanting to mess with her a bit. A smile cracked on his lips. “Kidding.. Thanks, Alice. I think I just tend to talk about.. movies, music and comic books.. a lot. Some people just don’t like to hear about that stuff.”
“Right,” she sighs. “I’m sorry about that. I’m too curious for my own good... But I think it’s interesting that you’re into all these things. You could be into worse. At least you have... dimensions, you know?”
“Oh, because I ramble on about unimportant things,” he chuckles, “I don’t blame them for not listening.”
She hasn’t experienced much of who he is, but she’s analyzed enough to doubt him. “I don’t think you’re capable of unimportant things. You have fantastic ideas. I... read through some of your e-mails.”
It is a bit contradicting, he’ll give her that. “I know, it doesn’t make sense. Like… most of the time I rather be alone. Kind of a loner, as you saw from how I wanted to come home early. Yet, I talk a lot. Sometimes it’s hard to shut me up… I think I just don’t like being around people because they don’t care or listen when I talk. So, therefore, I’m a talkative antisocial.”
“Well... why don’t you think people care or listen when you talk? Do you know for sure?”
