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— writer. thirty-five — widower.

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echo:

    The fluctuation in his tone told Echo that he was lying or rather, to be more precise, joking even if his facial features indicated otherwise. Additionally, this wasn’t the first time Echo was met with the false notion. Still, it took into account the number of times Gabriel made the remark. One more time and she would be inclined to suggest he completed a obligatory feedback survey. And based on what Echo knew of him, he wouldn’t be the happiest.

    “Go ahead and try,” it quipped with a slightly raised brow. “I’m sure you know how to remove wine stains yourself.” Echo often found that sarcasm used in moderation usually worked, whether to ease his edges or just give him something else to focus on. “And don’t worry, I know you’ll love dealing with your publicist and parents on your own too. They called about an hour ago, FYI. I told them you were out and they all but choked on their next words.” It was endearing how they worry about him. Overbearing sometimes, but well-meant.

  Pushing itself off the counter, Echo made its way around to Gabe. Gesturing with a hand, Echo indicated for him to let it take his coat. “Come on, I’ll delete all those things if you let me take that. Then we can see what to do with—” a pause to hide a growing grin. “I see you also spilled coffee this time.”

    “Fuck you,” he retorted, elegantly. There was no malice in his words, and he even chuckled a bit at the absurdity of this situation. He was covered in stains, at the island of his kitchen, being teased by his smartass android. This world was a dystopia no author could pen, honestly. At the mention of his fears actually being true-- people trying to get in contact with him-- he stiffled a groan. He loved them, except his publicist who he had a love and hate relationship with, but did they ever hover. If he was an adult, he should be able to spend his adult time doing what he wanted to do. Which just so happened to be dying alone.  “Oh? Well, that’s good considering I’m never running errands again.” 

    As it rounded the counter, Gabriel toyed with the idea of being difficult simply for the sake of it. Especially when it mentioned the coffee stain.  “I know. Don’t get me started on that.” Complying, only because it was hot and he didn’t know why he thought a coat was a good idea in the first place, he shrugged off the coat. He passed it to it, turning back to face the groceries. Eating was such a pain in the ass sometimes. Plucking up a bag, he walked around the counter to begin the process of pulling items from the bag. 

    Jerking the fridge open, he slid the milk inside. “I’ll keep you around. For now. You’re marginally helpful.” He placed the peaches he had impulse bought inside the fridge. “Ugh. Speaking of publicist, I think I have an interview next Thursday. God, I can’t wait to spend--” he pushed a bag of grapes into the fridge, “-- twenty minutes trying not to gouge my eyes out.” Spinning on his heel (not something he should be doing considering how bad he’s been about his motor skills), he shut the fridge behind him and started towards the pantry.  

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blue:

She computes, her light eyes raising to the man standing in line in front of her.  ❝  I’m an Android. Better than a super computer.  ❞  Dry humor falling purred from her, and she smiled, to imitate human expressions and anomalies. However, she does calculate, her light flickering for a moment before returning to the other.  ❝  UNSURE. At of rate of one footstep by minute, my program sees a wait of TWENTY to TWENTY FIVE minutes, sir.  ❞

    Cyberlife technicians have a very particular sense of humor. “I’ve seen the ad’s,” he replied, voice equally dry. He watches the LED on her head flicker, wondering not for the first time why Cyberlife installed those things in them. They didn’t exactly serve a function besides communicating distress or calculations. He even knew some people removed them from their kid-bots. “That’s just... Gross. You’d think they’d have made this all automated by now or just made all the DMV shit electronic.” He wondered, pondered, everything that brought him to making small talk with a plastic animatronic. “... Thanks. ” 

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echo:

       It quirked its head to the side as it was wont to do. A habit that didn’t quite worm its way into Echo’s “personality stash” but was a feature that was already programmed into its software to make it seem more human. 

      Anchoring its elbows on the counter top, Echo placed its face on clean palms, its hands cupping it just below the jaw. “You poor thing,” it teased, knowing that if it fussed, it wouldn’t make the situation better. In fact, taking that route had a 23% chance of turning Gabriel’s mood that much sour. “Did someone spill his wine all over himself?” 

     Echo smiled, the gesture not quite reaching its eyes but hover somewhere nearby.

     “Again,” it added. 

    He looked at her--- it. He always had to correct himself; which got harder the more time he spent around it. The software at Cyberlife allowed them to mimick human behavior to almost perfection. That’s why he knew it’d know what was implied when he flipped it off. Placing his head in his hands, muscles relaxing at the comfort of merely being home. 

    “You know I think I can still return you” he warned, a completely empty threat. One he’d made a few times in the past, around the time the android started learning how to make quips. It was preferable to when it used to try and coddle him. He gave Elijah Kamski that-- the man knew how to make smart robots. Total weirdo otherwise, he’s sure of that, if the interviews were anything to go off of. 

    Gabriel lifted his head, glancing in the direction of all the groceries he’d now have to put away. He should have just gotten chips. He elected to ignore that responsibility for now. “For your information, I only spilt it the last time because you scared me.” Which was his fault, considering he’s the one who put her charging station in a particularly dark corner of the house. “I meant it. I want you to delete everything. All my social medias too.” 

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caroline:

There was a list in her head, occasionally blinking to remind her of the things she required for dinner tonight. The store was not one she was unfamiliar with, but it was still a bit of a hassle to wander around searching for the things on her ever flashing list. She reached for a loaf of bread, setting it into the basket, and checking back with the list.

And then she heard the noise. Her LED flashed on and off for a brief second, as if she was wincing at the potentially frightening noise. It was not curiosity that prompted her to walk to the location of the noise, if course but something in her helpful subroutines. Someone might need help, if course. Then she saw the outcome of what seemed to be a collision between a cart and the bottles. Not acknowledging the man’s comment, she smiled. “Do you require assistance, sir?” It was not her job, technically but she was built to help.

   He was just relieved it wasn’t a human. “Ah,” he looked at the broken glass, at the wine that had spashed up his pants. The slightly menacing splatter on his white shirt. Well, that wasn’t going to come out. He looked at her more closely, noting her uniform wasn’t the usual attire of the service androids here and the fact that she was carrying a basket. Another worker bee for the masses. Gabriel pulled his cart back from the mess, glass crunching under his foot as he stepped. “You know, I’m--” 

    Another few bottles rolled from their place on the display. Again, crashing to the ground. He closed his eyes. Tight. He’d have to pay for all of this. Actually, he probably knew. Most grocers seemed to have only half a dozen androids on staff during this time of day, with the occasional one or two to work in the back from what he’d read. Most of the registers were occupied, which meant most were probably busy. He opened his eyes and huffed. “Yeah. That’d be great. Do you know where the paper towels are?” 

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@blueslain

    Gabriel knew himself enough to know that he was not a patient man. There were very few things he was willing to wait through, and his own wedding ceremony wasn’t even one of them-- they read vows, said “I do,” kissed, and they were DONE. So, when presented with the fact that he would have to wait in a line to simply make a renew his license, he groaned. There was an android behind him, which he turned to. 

    “You’re a super computer. What’s your estimated wait time on this?” 

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@echodarling

    “I’m never leaving the house again!” It was dramatic, but true. Groceries in tow, Gabriel practically stormed towards the kitchen. The security system was still speaking (WELCOME HOME, GABRIEL), but he sure as hell wasn’t listening. “If my publicist called, delete it! If my parents called, delete those too. You know what? Just block every number in my contacts!” The splattered wine stains up his pants, coupled with the coffee splotch on his shirt were an artful masterpiece of disorder and upset of today. Truthfully, he didn’t even know or care if Echo was in the room to hear his venting. 

    Setting the bags down on the counter, he took a moment to hold onto the countertop. Just. In silence. To take a breath and just collect. 

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@sx06

    After the embarassment at the grocery store, he figured he had earned the treat of a coffee for all his suffering. He even went in, to show his face and be a good participating member of society. Which, hey, he should get credit for that. People rarely participated in society these days. And while yes, being a person is difficult because there are no guarantees of happiness or even unhappiness so it’s understandable that people withdraw, people who at least attempt to be normal humans should be at least commended. Mulling over existence, Gabriel didn’t notice the person behind him. Completely due to his own perceptual failings, he bumped right into them and spilt his own iced coffee on himself. 

    “Yep. Yep, that’s great. I love this,” Gabriel said hotly. Mostly to himself than anyone else, but nonetheless. 

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@pastel-android

    One of the few times Gabriel left his cave home was to get groceries. A lot of the time, he’d let Echo handle it-- as she seemed to have a better awareness of his likes than he did most days-- but on occasion, when he needed air, he’d make the run himself. He usually got little more than a few items, but today he was actually shopping. It was killing him. 

    As he wandered the isles, he grabbed items off the shelves, seemingly at random. Stuck entirely in his own head, he mused about the irony of his zombie-like state. Like a robot, but less efficient. And as if he had called upon God to make it so, that was when Gabriel mindlessly ran his cart into a carefully stacked display of wine. The bottles fell everywhere, the smooth green glass shattering loudly and their red contents splashing the dull tile and those around him. Shocked, he looked to anyone in the vicinity and saw an android. 

    “-- Jesus, fucking... Just my day.” 

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@alostneedle

    Impatient, and regretting his decision to participate in society, Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose. Wishful thinking told him that he could go home and google everything he needed-- then, however, he would be left to his own company. And Echo’s, but Echo was just that; an echo. Accepting his lot in life, Gabriel’s eye caught the figure of a passing android. KIRAN. They always gave them human names. 

    “Excuse me,” he said, loud enough to warrant attention. “Ah-- Kiran? Nurse?” 

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if you’d like a personal starter you can like this!!

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callie:

-- :  // ( OPEN TO HUMANS.   )

THANK YOU FOR YOUR 30 MINUTE PURCHASE AT $29.99 -- the voice of cyberlife-god rang out in the eden club with the stranger’s purchase. the android steps out of the glass bubble she’s been kept in, on display for on lookers to see what they like. she stops for a moment, her lips curling into a soft smile, the kind of smile she’s used on thousands of other people. she takes a second to analyse their features – perhaps they’ve purchased her before, perhaps they can jump start her memory. —- no such luck. her hand falls to her hips as she speaks to the stranger unsure of what they’d like her to be just yet. “hi baby –”

    “ — easy, sweetheart,” Gabriel ticked on the petname with a little more malice than he should, but this was an ANDROID. Taking offense wasn’t in their programming. Sighing, he looked to the room he had rented and felt a wave of disgust go over himself. There are a seldom few others in the club at this time, and those who are don’t seem to be paying much mind to the other customers and are simply browsing their selection. 

    He wants desperately to leave. But, he doesn’t. He just sighs and resigns himself to what he came here for.  “I’m not here for a good time,” he clarifies. “I’m just here for a conversation. Absolutely nothing more.” A fucking thirty dollar conversation, but the owner said he had to pay or leave.

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Sebastian Stan - Variety studio interview.

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10, 20 <333

DESCRIBE YOUR OC  ( ACCEPTING )

their fashion sense — Gabriel tends to favor cool colors in his wardrobe, blues and purples. In the winter, cotton sweaters and jeans are his usual go-to. In the warmer months of summer, he doesn’t leave the house he likes to dress cool. Which, mostly consists of him in white t-shirts and cargo shorts (aka he gives up in the summer). Shoe wise, he likes good, sturdy boots. Except for summer. In the hell of summer, he wears cheap flip-flops. For more formal events, he graviates towards patterned shirts with simple tweed suit jackets & nice pants; he is especially fond of florals and other intricate patterns. For bed (and being home all day) he likes to just wear the old t-shirts he doesn’t care about anymore and a good pair of sweatpants.

their reaction to a mystery love letter— Gabriel has gotten two mystery love letters in his life. Once, when he was twelve and a girl in his class thought he was cute so she left him notes at his desk. He was sure someone was making fun of him and he told the teacher, leading to an event where she wouldn’t let the class leave until the person who left the notes came forward. The girl quickly stopped liking Gabriel after that. The other time was when a fan left a love letter in his mailbox, when his address wasn’t meant to be known to the public. He was a little disturbed, understandably, especially since the person had to have been at his house because their was no return address on the envelope. Later, at a book signing he would meet the letter-writer and have a discussion with them about boundaries.If he recieved a letter now, it would probably be more upsetting than anything else.

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DESCRIBE YOUR OC  ( ACCEPTING )

their voice —  Because of his upbringing, Gabriel has the faintest of accents– nothing that you would catch immediately, but his tendency to speak from the front of his mouth leads to some letters being altered. If you listen, and he’s speaking more carelessly than he typically does, his w’s sound more like v’s. He is also a BIG fan of inflection.

their smile — At one point, Gabriel’s smile would take up his entire face. A chershire grin, eyes and nose scrunched into the smile. 

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DESCRIBE YOUR OC  ( ACCEPTING )

their greatest achievement —  He won the “Best First Novel” Barry Award after his first book, BANG BANG (crime / thriller about a series of murders committed by reprogrammed androids) 

how they deal with grief —  Gabriel, until recently, was unfamiliar with grief. He lost people, yes, but no one especially close to him. He isolates himself, letting his anger and remorse cloud his judgement and perception. It’s affected many aspects of his daily life, and his friendships– and he’s found himself in a hole he can’t quite claw out of. 

what they like to eat —  Take-out. He absolutely loves take-out. Before everything happened, him and Siobhan used to make a habit of cooking together, and while he loved the time with her, he always likes the easy route when it comes to food. 

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Hi there! Could you tell us more about the type of connection/vibe you'd like to see from his BL100 or CX100 wc, please? Thank you! As for fc, I was thinking perhaps Stella Maeve, Natasha Liu Bordizzo, or Ezra Miller? What do you think?

Yes! Of course!! I imagine it’s a strained connection. Gabe can’t stand being in the house alone, which was a big push for him to get an android, but he also largely regards  androids as unsettling (part of it is the power they represent & another is their very human appearances). He wouldn’t treat them poorly, but he’s a fairly difficult person at this point in his life. He feels uncomfortable commanding them to do things, never really giving them definite instructions & instead letting them have free reign of the house. On the harder days, he finds small relief in their pressence; it’s like human company but without the expectations. While he ordered the model for the ‘ideal partner,’ when he bought them, he was looking for a companion more than anything else. He wasadmitedly drunk when he ordered them. 

 As far as their personality goes, I would love to play off of anything, really! I’m not too picky when it comes to personalities & FC’s. It’d be interesting to see an android who doesn’t let him sulk as much as he likes, maybe challenges him a bit. Or one who, over time, can coax him into normalcy again! I’m, again, down for most everything!