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HE WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND . can’t , actually : such arduously intricate things as those she feels are unpalatable to his tempered emotional range . the lucky bastard — who’ll never know the true parameters of the human condition beyond what he can relegate to binary .
shirogane wishes she were like him — oblivious to the weight of her own mind at the flip of a switch . her chest tightens ; fingers twitch ; feels the urge to don any indiscriminate cosplay , if only to feel like someone else for a few quiet moments . but premiere date approaches : she’s drowning .
shirogane withers in her seat . K1-B0’s artifical glow rims in half - moons in the inch deep surface of her coffee : it’s past midnight . ( fourth day straight . ) and K1-B0′s company is no more synthetic than any cordial exchange that foots the constant stream of emails from every production department .
“ i want this to be over and done — ” no . that’s not quite right . she wants this to be forever . her pen touches to her lip as if to draw a statement from it . “ i want this pushback diatribe to be done . how am i supposed to do them justice when i’m writing flashbacks up ‘til — ”
them . her cast . her beautiful ultimate cast : full of hope . these past weeks in contact … so real . so close , and shirogane can’t stand it — she could reach out and touch any one of them , and know what it feels like to have the beating heart of danganronpa in her palms .
she loves them . she loves them so much .
“ i want this to be perfect , kiibo . it has to be perfect . ” another coffee . another adderall . another night in cybernetics , if just to feel closer to them all . shirogane tabs to K1-B0′s personality files ; establishes a remote connection . “ … do you wanna try feeling what i’m feeling ? ”
│⚙️│ “Is that the truth, Shirogane? You wish to put foward your best effort?”
K1-B0′s voice was dripping with thinly veiled sarcasm, despite not actually feeling the emotion for himself. There was something hardwired into his programming which simply pushed for him to be...what was the word...insulting, to a degree, with Tsumugi Shirogane. He could get away with it mostly. After all, she couldn’t do anything to damage him, even if she was a big part of the company.
He’d been watching the writer for a while, synthetic hues blinking slowly, occasionally, in her direction. Ever since they had created the chat which allowed this season’s participants to better know one another before airing started, they’d plugged the robot into the mainframe of their shared network. He’d moved from the lonely little room he often occupied to the room where all the writers tended to gather.
And being plugged into such a mainframe gave him...far too many privileges.
“If it has to be perfect, then perhaps you are approaching this the wrong way,” Once again, K1-B0′s voice provided no sort of emotional comfort. It was cold and fake, as it usually was. Bright blue orbs glared directly towards Shirogane, lips pursed in a thin line. Even someone like him, who had no idea how humans worked, could tell she was extremely fond and protective of her work, her perfect cast. He’d teased her about it, even if he wasn’t sure why he was doing it. “Overworking can lead to many complications further on down the line.”
At once, K1-B0 could hear the inner noise of someone accessing his files. What did Tsumugi have planned for him this time?
“...How do you mean? Are you suggesting I emulate your emotions? Your vacuous statements fail to make any kind of impact on my understanding, Shirogane. Emotions are unnecessary for a robot such as myself.”
