✧*:・゚| SOMETIMES it can be overwhelming, relaying information and explaining it further, but he’s always been the sort to relish in the expansion of knowledge and pursuit of one’s own CURIOSITY.
AT times, she may land in trouble, but he’d do everything in his power to PROTECT her.
SO, when a voice calls out from within the truck, his nose wrinkles. A sharp pull away from the menu, arms folded behind his back. Gaze wanders, lifting over one shoulder and then the other, as if EXPECTING a drone to be hovering like a pigeon begging for scraps.
UPON seeing none, his nose scrunches up even tighter.
❝HER name is Miku,❞ he says in a firm, yet determined voice. Turning towards the android, he places a hand upon her shoulder. ❝Don’t get too excited. You know some people are shy about their PERSONAL space, ja?❞ There’s a taste like battery acid in his mouth; something says that if she were a human teenager, the man WOULDN’T have even bat an eye.
There had been numerous reports, when Miku’s PROTOTYPE had first been revealed, about the UNCERTAINTY of letting artificial intelligence loose to mesh with the human world. Technological advancements, especially ones as GRAND as a humanistic robot who could learn, and adapt, to her surroundings, were both accepted and FEARED by the common folk. Fears that she would soon dominate the job field, making human workers obsolete and, thus, out of work ( and, even a few LUDICROUS assumptions that a robot rebellion was on the horizon ) kept many from accepting her into society.
It was OKAY when she was just a virtual entertainer. A video game character, a fictional, marketable character. Now ? She was a THREAT.
And, sadly, she’s aware of this, to the point it puts somewhat of a DAMPER on her initial excitement, as she scoots closer to Siebren. “ M-My name is … Miku, ja, “ she says utters with a slight TREMBLE to her voice. A NEW emotion she’d not yet explored. “ Maybe we should go to the other booth ? “
“ They won’t like it there, either. It can’t eat— why are you wasting our time and resources ? It’s like bringing a damn puppy to a chocolate buffet. “
“ I-I can eat … “
“ No, you can’t. I know how you walking USBs work, it’s a WASTE. “
“ US … B ? “