privacy breach || mira & draco
[You do not have a brain or opinions of your own. Mira doesn’t outwardly falter but something drops inside of her. Its strange. Because for so long Mira was okay with that. That was how she went about her time here at the colony. But with her friends–with Annie, Lissy, and Maisie– always encouraging her and telling her how great she was and how important she was and making her feel more human, it’s strange to have someone remind her that she’s not.
And Mira doesn’t even realize that that isn’t what he’s doing.
Draco moves closer, examining her, and Mira doesn’t move. But there are bells in her head ringing–screaming at her– telling her to move. To leave. A sense of panic and danger sets in at her core. Fight or flight. A self preservation program in her. As loud and as urgent these messages get, though, she doesn’t move. She stays in her spot. She keeps her smile. Because he’s trying to confuse her, and she couldn’t let that happen. She hates when that happens.
His reasonings… Mira blinks, tilting her head a bit.] It’s a complex system, [She starts to explain.] I’m able to process some food and beverages. I convert them into stored energy that refuels me when my body is in rest mode. Mr. Sigar wanted me to be able to function with very little environmental impact. Many of my parts are biodegradable. [She’s trying to sound cheerful–to sound how she always does– but her tone becomes even more hollow, her gaze even more distant. You are just troubled. No, I’m not. I know I’m not. He’s confused. He’s the one who doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He just doesn’t understand; he’s just having difficulty processing such an advanced piece of tech.
I am not troubled. She wants to say it. But she can’t. Because if she got defensive, what would he say then? Her feelings aren’t real? they’re fabricated? Programmed? How could she know she wasn’t troubled if she didn’t have her own brain?]
I suppose I’m always ready to learn more. About the world and about myself. Because the more I learn, the more I’m able to assist others. [She tries to sound cheerful. Still invested and like she does actually want to talk about herself like this. Because she said she was. She’s happy to help. Happy to explain. Happy to be complicit.
He says the word bleed and most of her shuts down. Warning bells and flashing lights. Leave me alone. She can’t move. The smile fades into just a curious expression, but inside she wants to run away. I know what I am, I know who I am, leave me alone, leave me alone!] I haven’t tried, no. [she answers calmly.] I know I do have fluid in me, same as any machine. Coolant, oil; I have fluid that keeps me functioning and able to move and work. But I don’t bleed the same way you do. [She hasn’t moved. She hasn’t left. Blocked memories try to surface but her programming keeps them down. Locked away. Inaccessible because they won’t help with her directive. Especially not now.] I am also not a robot. I am a service android. That’s different than a robot.
Have you ever read biology book? {This is getting absolutely ridiculous, he thinks. ‘I convert them into stored energy’. Yes, Mira. That’s what food and drink does to human beings. It becomes energy that is used when active, and stored when resting. How very convenient that this Mr. Sigar bloke added in that function.} Every human makes energy out of food, that is why we are eating. Answer two questions. After you have drink you piss, yes? If robot builder man is so clever why do you use bathroom? There is no reason to piss or shit if you are not human. Toilet flush is water waste. And do you not think would be more environment friendly if you are charging on solar panel? Why would he build robot that takes away food from other people? Would be much easier to plug you into wall over night.
{It’s quite impressive the way she’s come up for reasons and excuses to justify her beliefs - truly covering all fronts. Draco doesn’t doubt that no matter what he asks, she’ll have some way to explain it. He really does feel a little bit sorry for her but there’s only so much sympathy he has to spare. If she won’t even listen to a reasonable explanation, how is she ever going to get better? There’s no point in pitying someone so deep in their own little hole they won’t even consider trying to climb out. }
I know what you are. And is not robot, or android, or anything with metal and programmes and wires. You have a delusion- and is a shitty one too. Just look at your wrist, there you will learn very much about yourself. You think NWRF got it wrong with you? I am not fan but they are good at what they are doing. I do not think they would make mistake. All you are is troubled little girl with no friends, no family, and brain mixed like eggs for breakfast. You do not have to help anyone because that is not your job. There is no such thing as service android in world.
{As far as Draco is concerned he’s doing her a favour. What kind of a life she must’ve lead up until now - obeying every last command, running around fetching and cleaning and helping while the Colony makes fun of her behind her back. Hell, if Draco weren’t such a good person, he might have a little fun with her apparent overwhelming desire to make others happy. It sure would be handy if he had someone to fetch him his stuff all day long - like a personal house elf or some shit.
But Draco is a good person, and a good person would do their best to make Mira understand her truth. Even if it’s a little painful to bear.} Go on. Look at wrist. You see big fat D there? I think you know what it means. Do not believe me? What will you do when battery wears out? {Work your way around that one, he thinks triumphantly.} Even high technology cannot last for too long time without breaking. Especially now in damp climate. Is very, very bad for machines. Soon you will need repairing and there will be nothing that can help fix your loose screws.
{He circles her slowly while making a show of pressing a finger against his lips.} Shh. I want to see if I can hear wheels turning inside your head. I know being human is shitty most of time but you cannot escape or hide from it. Why do you waste your life believing something you know is bullshit? You would have much better time having fun drinking alcohol and having sex.