#>>headcanons

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While Junie most certainly cares for his father, they’re relationship now is very... complicated. (They have a very “don’t do that” “I’m gonna do it” type of dynamic, part of which involves Junie telling others he’s an android. Junie doesn’t care. Most people don’t believe him anyway)

[junie-exe-blog]

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The headband stings.

( Junie doesn’t tell his father this. Knows how his father gets when Junie argues on this topic. Figures it really isn’t worth. )

It’s slowly getting darker out---the faint orange tresses of sunlight growing dimmer thE more it moves over the horizon. Soon it’ll be dark out, and all Junie will is see is a large expanse of night sky. If only he didn’t live in the city. Then he could see the stars. 

“You should bring my telescope,” Junie says.

“No, mijo,” his father replies with a tinge of annoyance. “I will not be bringing you your telescope.”

“Why not?”

“Because the last time I brought it, you snuck up to the roof.” 

( And they’re not facing each other, but Junie can see the disapproving pinch of his father’s brow in his head. )

Junie slumps down in the lumpy chair, pouting. “Well it’s not like I can go up to the roof now.” He tugs on the IV, scowling as it goes taut. It barely even manages to reach where’s sitting. 

“No, Junie.”

Junie makes sure to make his sigh long and suffering, forehead thunking against the glass window. ( Of course, his father knows Junie better than to respond to that. )

Through the glass’s reflection, Dr. Castellanos Sr. works diligently by the hospital bed. Just as he’s done for the past month, and even before then. Working, working, working on that little project of his. The machine he uses is clunky---infinitely smaller than the one Junie remembers growing up with---but still. Big. Junie wonders how he’s getting away with bringing that in the hospital. Doesn’t ask.

( His father always finds a way, even if the path is crooked to all hell. )

“One day I’m gonna be an astronaut,” Junie says petulantly, watching as his breath fogs up the glass. He uses the tip of his finger to draw a UFO. “Then I’ll see the stars all I want. Maybe even be the first to find other life out in space.”

“Of course you will.” ( And there’s something odd in his voice, something that’s been there for a long time. ) “You just have to get better first.” 

Junie watches as his doodle begins to fade around the edges, growing smaller and smaller until it disappears. There and gone in the blink of an eye.

Just like him.

“I’m not gonna be an astronaut, am I?”

The room goes still with the words, nothing to fill the room but the whirring hospital machines and the heels of a passing nurse.

“...You’ll get better, Junie,” his father says.

“You wouldn’t be doing this if you thought I was getting better.”

“Don’t say that.” A pause. “It’s only a precaution.”

Junie brings a hand up, lightly running fingers over black fabric and metal. It stings, probably more than usual, and it’s so heavy. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t argue. He moves his hand to the window to wipe away more condensation from his breathing.

( When did his wrist start getting so thin? It feels so different now---like it isn’t his body. It’s one thing to feel tired all the time, to be brought to coughing fits, to feel the ache of his body. It’s another thing to look like it too. )

Junie smiles, not quite recognizing the face in the glass. 

“No,” he says, voice small. “I don’t think I’ll stepping out of this hospital again.”

( END MEMORY )

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As Junie is not an organic life form, he will not age. 

Death, however, is not impossible--though perhaps not in the way one might think. Destroying Junie’s body really only destroys the vessel in which he commonly operates. Destroying JUNIE.EXE, however, will ultimately destroy whatever is left of Junie’s existence, which is why Junie must habitually perform a back-up in the chance the body becomes irreparably damaged.

( The JUNIE.EXE file is heavily protected--the only way to access it through Dr. Castellanos or Junie himself. Although Junie does have KILL CODE he created hidden away. )

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I realized that I never mentioned this in his about, but Junie is Puerto Rican. Technically, for his story, I had Junie grow up in what’s currently known as the Paseo Boricua district of Chicago, but, obviously, for the sake of roleplay I’ve left his area pretty ambiguous.

( Junie is also fluent in Spanish. )