nottheteamsociopath:
evenanandr01dcancry:
“Mm.” Viv listened with that same impassive expression, not showing any sign one way or another if his words amused or offended her. A waitress came by and she asked for ice water and a few breadsticks, and, “whatever he wants, if he hesitates enquire further.”
Then, folding the menu and setting it aside, she set her hands in her lap. “His experiment with me, my mother, and my brother, could be summed up as a resounding disaster, were I not the end product. He mismanaged our family to an unimaginable degree, mostly due to his duplicity in trying to keep us ‘striving for normalcy’. It led to bugs in my mother’s ethics. Obsessive-compulsive tendencies in my brother. Questions of faith in me. Victor’s murder.” She tipped her head to one side. “What I wish to know is – could we perhaps be angry with the same person?”
“That depends on who you’re angry with.” Tommy ordered a fair amount of food, including a pasta dish and a fair amount of fries. “If you’re angry at yourself for not being able to do anything, then no. If you’re angry at The Vision for striving for a ‘normalcy’ that doesn’t exist, then yup, we’re mad at the same person.” He gave her a little smile, “Though from what I understand, it’s not the first time he’s pulled some bullshit to prove he’s 'real’.”
Her expression remained impassive, unreadable, but the furrow between her brows smoothed out and she took to tapping a fingernail -- painted or phased to be bright yellow -- on the table top. “The pressure to be normal is overwhelming,” she admitted. “Everything we did was scrutinized to the nth degree. No flying, the neighbors will see. No using my internal wi-fi, I must use a tablet like the other children.” The young synthezoid huffed softly, looking up at him with an earnest expression in her gleaming eyes. “I hear this is a similar struggle with normal children, but I feel my experience is... far more complicated. And he makes it no easier. Why can he not accept that we are not normal?”
