Names weren’t something that were normally spoken around the android and most of the time he would refer to those working on him as ‘sir’ or ‘miss’- but on occasion he would b instructed to refer to them by their proper surname. Never a first though. He didn’t even know what to do with it when it was given to him. Regardless, he gave a quick little nod and watched as the man- Brock- started looking over the terminal. “Yes sir, Mr. Brock.” He answered, not understanding that he didn’t have to refer to the other in the same way as everyone else- or that Brock was his first name at all.
“No. I was merely told to sit and wait until someone came.” He had been waiting quite a long time but didn’t mind it. “Usually I am given tasks to complete or they feed me data to process- though they usually do that during my rest cycle.” He shifted his weight a bit, still sitting upon the table but moving so that one of his ankles was tucked behind the other. “What is it you are supposed to be teaching me, Mr. Brock?” He asked, that same little chime of interest in his voice.
He wasn’t really sure what his purpose was, not really. All he knew was that he was supposed to help a lot of people and prevent them from getting hurt- which seemed like a good thing! He liked everyone, or thought he did, and didn’t want them getting hurt so how wanted to do everything that he could to keep that from happening… again, not fully grasping the situation. He really was like a child and that probably rubbed some people the wrong way- like Brock- but instead of embracing that little human bit they kept him at an arm’s length so they didn’t have to feel anything about it. Besides, you couldn’t hurt a machine’s feelings-
Brock never even liked being called sir by his officers and techs. After his father’s INSISTENCE that he use the term of respect for his pathetic excuse for a person, the word just… he hated it. That was all he was gonna say on the matter. “No… no sir. That’s the point my me giving you my NAME,” he corrected gently with a shake of his head. “And… no need for the Mr. stuff either, okay? Just Brock… it’s my first name.” He offered him a tiny grin, then ran a hand through his hair with a quiet huff of breath. This was going to be harder than he’d THOUGHT. “But… only when it’s just the two of us. Around everyone else, it’s probably best you call me SIR.”
Just sit and wait. FANTASTIC. He wasn’t really sure what the hell they expected him to do, just take the CHILDLIKE mind of a new android and immediately start training him to defuse bombs? That sounded like a recipe for nothing GOOD. Sighing heavily, Brock scrubbed a hand over his face in frustration and shook his head slightly. He moved to check a few readouts and then looked back at Winter. “Right…” he huffed quietly, frowning. “I’m SUPPOSED to be teaching you to defuse bombs. Explosive ordinance disposal.”
There would still be work for Brock to do, but on the ones deemed TOO dangerous, they were hoping Winter would serve as a tester for a model of android meant to go in when it was too dangerous for a person. Brock didn’t agree with it, especially with the human-like intelligence and CHILDLIKE curiousity the androids tended to show. But, these decisions were made far above his paygrade and, like he had already been told… his was not to question.
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