Jul 30, 2016

Could I get Lady or 352 maybe?

What did it mean, to be human?

A mouthful of oil and machinery. Sardonic clicks of gears that didn’t want to turn. Grease and the backlash of shorting circuits. The whine and grind of metal on metal; threatening to wear down and not work as well as it could’ve. A mercurial core of chemistry and kinetics constantly fizzing and fissuring. A stomach of nausea and nuclear war.

When it--she--looked at herself; when she caught glimpses, she didn’t know what she was supposed to be acknowledging. There was an error message hidden somewhere in her facade. There was a problem with her code that kept her from fully processing the depiction of her “self”. There had been, before, no signs of awareness--spacial awareness, yes, but no...recognition of individuality. She served a purpose, a functioning design.

If she didn’t have that, what did she have?

“Happiness.” She tried the word that Kellan had said, watching her mouth move in the mirror. “Joy.” One hand rose to touch her cheek, and she tried to smile. She watched herself. She tried again. “J-joy.” There was a jitter to it, so she avoided saying it aloud and chose a known synonym. “G-g-g--” Glee couldn’t get past her lips. Frustrated, she dropped her hand.

Then she realized--she was frustrated. An emotion. Her mainframe spiked; beeping warnings. She froze, waiting to acknowledge something her internal core tried to decipher, desperately avoiding kernel panic.

And then it came to her:

If she didn’t have a purpose...perhaps she was a little bit human, after all.

#352-tow #drabbles #buzz-tow

352-tow

Aug 11, 2015

Every color spins new The day I fell in love with you

352 never considered herself or the world colorful. Yes, the colors were there, and factually, everything was very colorful. Larei’s lips were red, Master’s eyes were gold, so on and so forth. But it never mattered. It had nothing to do with her orders, or anything she was programmed to care about.

But now that she’s met Kellan, every color has meaning. It has to, for her to properly tell what Kellan’s mood is.

Why she cares, she’s still confused about, but she doesn’t mind it. Not at all.

#create a day challenge #boardwalk music and arts festival #kellan-tow #352-tow #whoooo #i did 2 of them look at that

beck-tow

Jan 20, 2015

352-tow replied to your post:#and it was revealed 352 missed Robi-#/shot

can we say he put her hair into the pigtails it’s always in now?

buh ; ; yes omg

#352-tow #/lays on face #that's actually really cute #headcanon accepted #pls come again

bb-tow

Jan 14, 2015

352-tow replied to your post:how do you solve a problem like 352?

352: You analyze every single detail and sort out all the possible outcomes and then choose the least damaging one.

.... "how do you catch a cloud and pin it down?"

#352-tow

kellan-tow

Nov 11, 2014

Construction Underway

It was a little effort, but eventually the pair of travellers cleared enough debris away to lift their discovery from the forest that had tried to claim her.

The strange robot put up no protest as Kellan and BB carried her back to their ship, simply observing them through impassable eyes and no doubt logging data carefully- after all, that's what they would do. Kellan worried and BB fussed and they both hurriedly set about cleaning the caked on dirt and tangled plants, storing away bits and pieces in jars of clear liquid to study later. It quickly became apparent that although the software and internal workings were mostly undamaged, most of the being's frame needed repairing or flat-out replacing in order to work properly. BB quickly set about recycling broken pieces of the ships' hull that had scattered on impact, shaping them into replacement limb panels and carefully refitting their guest with tough new metal.

Kellan was investigating the back of the ship when she spotted a companion-sized cryo tube, giving herself a fright when she released a small blue creature from stasis, who immediately began to climb her and ended up spending most of the next few days pinned to her shoulder, much to BB's amusement. He'd sniffed the creature who lay on the floor of what was formerly the cargo bay and quickly picked up the situation, running back and forth with pieces for BB to use (and occasionally, alarmingly, plasma soldiering irons), seemingly eager to help as well. The small band of travellers took to snoozing in the bay, watching the stars blossom across the sky and dance reflected in the ocean that their homeworld hadn't had. It was beautiful to BB, and frightening to Kellan, who was so unused to seeing the stars, subterranean as she was (or had been).

The day their new home exploded into chaos, they were finishing up the cosmetic touches on their new friend, who enigmatically identified only as 352. The cybrog was looking as close as they could estimate to the way she had looked before being abandoned in the forest, and seemed to be starting to recall how to exist in the world when monsters swept onto the beach, screeching yammering things that made all too much commotion for the nervous visitors. 352 had instantly responded, and in doing so undoubtedly saved their lives. For hours she unfalteringly fended off the attack and never faltered, whilst the orol, the android and the companion sheltered behind her, protected by her wrath. And when the attack finally ended, they wrapped her in their arms and hummed quiet thanks until the sun rose and the sea turned to crimson.

#plot post #352-tow

bb-tow

Oct 10, 2014