TW: mentions of racism and sexism, slight cursing, crying, ignorant Logan when it comes to emotions but kinda valid because robot has emotions General Taglist: @kennaisnotonfire2 @deceitifullies101 @randomprojectedtrashcutie @rusted-but-golden @pawtoncake @mirror2thespirit @that-smol-tired-gay @a-demonic-presence @deceitfullyanxiousprince @ashensanity @witches-getstiches
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Logan Juno was already successful and well off. He graduated high school at the age of 13 and college at 17. He created a line of realistic android service animals for those with violent tendencies that needed help at age 20. When he was 24, he was brought in for a meeting with a senator for advice. Logan’s intelligence helped the States form alliances with every country.
At the moment, his plans for ending racism and sexism in the workforce are in motion. He simply had to wait and watch the world be saved from eternal damnation by yours truly.
Logan Juno was already tired and pissed off. He had nothing to do and no one to complain to. His days were spent laying in bed while his loud mind constantly created ideas and plans. What he needed-wanted, in fact-was a companion.
He leapt out of bed and rushed to his drawing room. It used to be a family room, but what’s the use of one if you don’t have a family? Logan swiped away loose papers from his desk onto the floor. He sat down and pulled out his journal from one of the drawers. He started creating and writing the blueprints for his much needed social persona.
A curvy model, blond waves, blue eyes, button nose, and fair skin decorated with freckles was his ideal image. The complete opposite of his physical appearance, but just as attractive-as he will be told by others.
It took modestly six months for Logan to finalize the prototype for his robotic companion. All that remained was turning it on. He unplugged the adapter holding the robot to Logan’s computer.
The eyes blinked open after a few minutes. It observed its surroundings carefully before breaking out in a grin. It stood up quickly and went to Logan, awaiting instruction.
“Hello. Can you speak?” the young man asked. The robot shook its head. It’s eyes widened in wonder when its hair fell in front of its face. It reached out and messed with it, keeping the touches delicate.
Logan frowned. He knew he had installed artificial vocal chords, as well as a speaking code. He pulled the android’s hands down and held open its mouth. He sighed and stepped away. He had forgotten a tongue piece.
“Before I power you down so I can fix my mistake, would you like a name and pronouns?” he asked curiously. The android nodded excitedly. It was odd for a machine to be so eager. “Alright. Would they/them pronouns be adequate?” The robot shook its head and pointed to Logan. “Me? Oh, I see. He/him, correct?” The android figuratively lit up with pure joy. Logan nodded and quickly wrote this new information down on scratch paper.
“As for a name, what about Pathos? You seem to be very emotionally driven, though I must admit, it’s rather odd for a bunch of metal and circuits.” Logan didn’t see his android deflate sadly. “I shall refer to you as Pathos until you can tell me otherwise. Now, please close your eyes. I must shut you off.”
Logan turned back to find Pathos cowering and shaking. “What are you doing?” he inquired. Pathos hugged himself and stepped back, shaking his head no. “You don’t want to be shut off? But I need to install your tongue,” Logan attempted to reason with his creation. Pathos continued to refuse and so Logan was left with a silent android for the time being.
Pathos began to move his hands at incredible speeds. It took Logan a few seconds to realise he was signing.
“My apologies, but I do not know sign language,” he told. Pathos frowned as his hands slowed to a stop.
He walked out of the drawing room quickly with Logan following. The robot sat down on Logan’s TV room couch and brought his knees up to his chest. He hid his face in his knees, leaving Logan incredibly confused.
“Pathos, are you alright?” he asked softly. His android shook his head and made a quiet whirring sound. Logan sat next to Pathos and lifted his head. Tears from the artificial tear ducts Logan had installed for realism were forming in Pathos’ eyes. Logan let go, taken aback.
“You’re crying? Why? How can you cry from something so simple? You were made as a soulless robot. Why do you have emotions?” Logan questioned insistently, getting more annoyed with each second.
Pathos curled back up, his shoulders shaking with each silent sob. He scooted away from Logan, putting a good amount of space between the two of them. Logan sighed and stood up.
“Please come back to the drawing room when you are willing to cooperate,” Logan instructed before turning away.
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