space oddity

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

... i just saw you three hours ago | open

Being Eita Tsukino has been difficult recently, Eita thinks to themself, although they soon realize that it’s a very unproductive line of thought since there is nobody else that they could possibly be. Eita Tsukino, a stupid, unfortunate, unlikable, annoying... human. No. They couldn’t possibly accept it, not in a million years. Because if they were human, it would mean that they just didn’t understand, that they were just stupid and weird, that their human parents were their real parents, and... no way. It was impossible. 

They had to take their mind off that, off of the whole, the whole, the whole everything. And usually, they’d like to be alone when they were trying to take their mind off things, but now they weren’t so sure. They missed Katsumi, they could admit that even if they couldn’t admit that they were a stupid human (because they weren’t). Just maybe, they thought, it would help if they could make another friend. But they were not good at friends, or at people, and so they decided to compromise. They would go somewhere and be alone, and if a person arrived, Eita would try and be friendly.  

So here they are, sat on the floor of the aquarium, surrounded by paper, ink stains on their fingers, appreciating the shadows that the water casts on the floor. “Hello,” they say quietly when they notice somebody come in. “How is existing turning out for you today.” 

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

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[theshslseamstress]

“Oh-that’s good. I would have felt bad; it sounded pretty…”

Eita seems to be more or less fine with her presence there but the warning about not coming too close to him can only mean that his code involved. She’s not sure how far she has to be, so she stays rooted to the spot. Just in case, of course.

“A-Alright…I’ll not to be…any of those…?”

Not that she really knows how to be stupid or annoying. But if anything, she’s going to at least try. In the meantime, Eita offers to talk with her-as long as she doesn’t come too close. She nods in agreement.

“That would be fine! Ah…when you say not too close, um, does this mean I have to stay in the doorway? I don’t know if you can tell me, but um…it’s just…”

What would be a tactful way of putting this…?

“Ah,I just…I’m bad at raising my voice, is all…”

That seems to be good enough, right?

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

“It was Yellow Submarine, the 1966 song by The Beatles. Except it was on the piano. I can play it again if you like. I like the song a lot because it is simple and repetitive and calming. And the lyrics make me think of going home.” Is that... a trace of emotion, there, in Eita’s usually monotone voice? 

“Usually you are good at not being those things, because you are not loud, and you do not say stupid things without thinking, which are two of the things that most often annoy me about humans.” He nods slowly. “You can come inside. Just do not approach within... one hundred and eighty two point eight eight centimeters of me.” 

 Another, slightly quicker nod. “It is good that you do not raise your voice. I hate it when humans are too loud and raise their voices and do shouting for no good reason. It makes my head hurt. I do not think there are ever loud noises on my home planet, because my species has not adapted to be able to cope with them like humans can.”

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

it means the mission is in jeopardy! | open

[theshslseamstress]

She’d never been in here before, but she figures nobody would be in here. Weren’t concert halls for, well, concerts? That was a musical thing, right? The only people who would do that would be…Hokori and Sung-Min. But she didn’t think they would want to be anywhere but at home after the scary events of Puri Puri Land. 

Yet when she enters, there’s a lingering note being played. So someone else thought to be there too…? Who? That thought is very quickly answered by Eita greeting her. 

“Oh! I’m-I’m sorry for interrupting! I-I should, ah, I mean…should I go?”

Well, it wasn’t much of a greeting. It sounded more like a warning.

…Oh, there’s the greeting, come a bit too late. She responds to it nevertheless, determined to remain polite, even if she has to raise her voice a little to be heard from where she is.

“Um. Hello, Mister Tsukino.”

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

“You did not do interrupting because I was just finishing the song when you arrived. It would have been interrupting if you arrived while I was in the middle of the song, but you didn’t. So it was not interrupting.” He gives a little shrug, moving so that he’s fully facing her. “I do not know if you should go or not. As long as you are not coming too near me, I do not mind if you are here, as long as you are not stupid or annoying while you are here.” 

Eita pauses, looking down. “Even if humans are boring and I do not care about them... I think that maybe doing socializing would be a good thing, for me, right now. So it is okay if you want to stay here and then we can have a conversation. If you want to do that.” Something about the self-proclaimed alien’s tone sounds almost hopeful. “As long as you do not come too close.”  

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

it means the mission is in jeopardy! | open

[justkeepingthisforoldtimessake]

Well. That seems to imply a code now, doesn’t it? Either that or Eita really hasn’t taken to giving Suishou a hard time. That’s probably not too strange actually, considering things. He has the option to step forward and risk pissing off Eita… it’s a mite tempting. But at the same time, there has to be some pity shown to the kid. He never saw the body himself but… losing Katsumi must be quite the blow, even for an alien.

“… Hello.” his tone is almost suspicious. Perhaps the word should be cautious. No surprise there, he’s not quite sure how to approach the kid or this situation. It’s not like he wants to join hands and be friends all of a sudden but pity earned is pity due, he figures, and it doesn’t hurt to show he means no harm. Suishou attempts to raise a hand in a sort of peace-making gesture, never stepping further than where he is.

“I’mmm guessing you have a code you don’t want broken, huh?”

A pause. And then he sighs. Best to just cut to the heart of the matter here.

“I meant to give you my condolences earlier. Can’t have been easy. I know, I know, emotions are stupid, but humour me and just accept that I’m sorry it ended up the way it did.”

It’s not like it’s his fault, of course, but he felt a bit… how to put it… unsatisfied with the ending himself. The way not only Katsumi but Takehiko had just… been taken out like that. It bugged the hell out of him. He had things to say to both of them honestly, and he was sure that the two had made friends in town. There was nothing particularly entertaining about this plot twist Mr. Mayor had thrown at him - no artistry. It seemed so senseless to him, even from an outsider’s perspective.

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

It doesn’t really so much imply a code as broadcast it on afternoon radio just after an hour-long marathon of the greatest hits of The Bleeding Obvious. When Eita sees exactly who it is, their brow furrows a little more and the frown sets itself into their face. It’s the human that doesn’t like them. Also, the human that they don’t like. These two things are closely related. 

“You are not guessing that. You are hypothesizing based on available information. That is not doing guessing, which is stupid. That is doing logic, which is smart. But yes. Your not-guessing is correct. My code is that I should not be too close to humans, which is alright since I do not want to be near any stupid fragile humans anyway.” 

They glare at first when Suishou offers his condolences, suspicion and bare hostility obvious in their eyes, but their expression softens slightly to become their usual neutral stare, and their voice is quieter than usual. “... Thank you. For being sorry. Being upset because of humans dying is stupid so I will not say that I am upset. But if I was upset. Then you saying that you are sorry about it. Would help a little. So then I would thank you, a lot. And say that I appreciate it.” Real deceptive there, Eita. 

After a few seconds of silence, they add, in a monotone “Are you just going to say that, then, and not say anything stupid or mean or wrong?”

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

it means the mission is in jeopardy! | open

Eita is starting to get really sick of these stupid motives, they think to themself. Really, really, sick of them. They can’t really think of these as reasons to kill anyone - to stupid, emotional, stupid humans, maybe, but not to Eita - but merely as strangely obligatory minor annoyances. Fortunately for Eita, at least, the terms of their code are ones they’re more than happy to adhere to, and so, they’re tucked away in a corner of the concert hall, hoping that nobody will come near them. They’re not in the mood for stupid humans, anyway. 

They quickly end up abandoning work on a set of equations that by now they’re horribly familiar with - they’re a little concerned, really, at how fast they’re running out of mathematical puzzles they can do on their own to keep themself occupied - after all, it’s not like they can do work, really, not without computer simulations and wind tunnels and scientific instruments and a whole host of other things. Instead, while nobody is around, they walk over to the piano, and, sitting themselves down, begin to play. Specifically, they play Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me to the Moon, before halfway through suddenly switching to Yellow Submarine. 

It’s this that they’re finishing the end of when someone enters the concert hall, and they turn around with a slightly irritable frown. “Do not come too close,” is all they say, before racking their brain and deciding that something else would probably make this situation more socially appropriate. “Also hello.” Nailed it!

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

i am the tool of destruction, vengeance, and fury! | open

[shsl-wanderer]

Fuu was mostly interested in surveying the damage done to the town. She had never seen a storm of this magnitude before, and the effects were awe-inspiring - in that fear of God sort of way. The wrath of the universe made manifest. In that survey, she had discovered that, although undamaged, her current lodgings had been quite shaken and things had broken. Miraculously, Mister Fish in his large glass salad bowl - decorated with coloured rocks and whatnot - had survived, but all of the pictures had come off of the walls, tearing out nails as they went.

She drifted through the hardware store, looking for things that might help, even though she wasn’t sure what. She’d found something that seemed to be for fixing holes in walls, as well as new nails, and a hammer. That was all in a little basket slung over her arm now, but as she wended her way back to the front, she heard… something? Crying? She paused, trying to decide exactly what that was.

She walks silently toward the sound, only the noise of rustling fabric announcing her arrival. And then she saw them. Oh, dear. A brief wash of sadness for the boy. She approached now, taking care to make her footsteps audible.

“Mister Spaceman?” she asked gently, leaning down toward him, her legs and back straight but her hips hinging forward at nearly ninety degrees, locks of brown hair cascading downward. “Mister Spaceman,” she repeated, “Can I be of help to you?”

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

One of the many, many things that Eita hates about Earth is the atmosphere. Rain and snow and hail, water pouring down from the sky in all its forms, are all highly irritating inconveniences that they want nothing to do with. But never have they seen something on this scale, and it’s just cemented their loathing for this planet even more. 

The quiet sounds of her entry went mostly unnoticed by the crying rocket scientist, until her footsteps became audible and he looked up with an expression quite like his usual deadpan disinterest, but more haunted, somehow. The first time Eita tried to speak, the words refused to come out of his mouth. The second time, once more, he couldn’t force himself to talk. Finally, Eita managed to respond, in a quiet, desolate voice. 

“I do not know if you can be of help to me because I do not know how I can be helped. I am currently experiencing stupid and annoying emotions that won’t go away and I do not know what to do.” A tear drips onto the inside of the space helmet’s visor. “I do not usually feel pain when a human dies. Usually I do not care. I am just being stupid.”

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

i am the tool of destruction, vengeance, and fury! | open

[shsl123]

Chie didn’t particularly know what she was doing wandering around– she couldn’t sit still, that was for sure, or she’d start thinking too hard about things. Even if that was technically in her job description, she wasn’t really in the mood to be fully miserable at this exact moment. Thus, she lapses into the state on the middle-end of the miserable scale she’s usually in and just… walks around, pointlessly.

A detour into the hardware store seems ironic, to be honest. Maybe she’d pick up a small hammer to repair the roof that’d been broken on the police station. To be honest, she’d never really stepped into the hardware store, and she’s rather glad for that fact as soon as she does. The shelves are much too close together for her liking, forcing her to pull her gangly arms in to her body just in case she knocks something off a shelf. It was worth looking through, though, she thought. While she was here killing time. 

What she doesn’t especially expect to find is Eita in the back of the store. Seeming startled, she takes several steps back at the sight of them, and then looks very concerned. Maybe helping lift them out of a building would have been enough of a bonding experience that Chie could try and see what was wrong, or maybe not– she looks indecisive for several moments as she seems to consider it. Then she crouches down closer to their level, staying a good arms-length away, just in case.

“Ts-… Tsukino-san? What… what’s the matter? I-I-It’s kind of wet on the ground, isn’t it…?”

She hopes her voice comes off as casual rather than nervous as usual.

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

For a few seconds, Eita doesn’t look up at all when they hear a voice. Why should they listen to it? It’s just some stupid human, some stupid fragile primitive ape, and if he gets attached to another one then they’ll just go and break like the specimen of an inferior life-form they are. But there’s a cold feeling enveloping them, their emotions feeling distant and faint and muted, and Eita does not like feeling like this. 

And so, they slowly look up to see Chie - the calculating one, as Eita thinks of them - one of the only remaining humans that they get along with. Like, even. Perhaps, if Eita called humans friends, they would say they want to be her friend. They look down - it is, in fact, kind of wet on the ground, but they don’t mind being wet that much. 

“Yes. There is water on the ground. And the matter is that humans are stupid and too fragile and also that I am stupid and have too many stupid emotions.” Their voice isn’t quite the usual flat monotone; they sound bitter and a little angry. 

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

i am the tool of destruction, vengeance, and fury! | open

One of the biggest problems with humans, Eita observes coldly in some remote corner of their brain that they’ve managed to keep cut off from all of the stupid emotions that are making them cry and scream and thrash about on the floor and bang their head and fists against a wall until they hurt, is that they’re so fragile. Of course, Eita’s species, they’ve figured out, isn’t very durable, or strong, or possessed of any sort of stamina to speak of (although they blame the stupid Earth air and gravity for that), but they can’t possibly imagine that if they were stabbed, or if they fell, or if they were poisoned.... that they’d just die. 

Dying had always been an abstract concept - something that happened to humans, stupid humans that Eita didn’t care about. And humans, as far as Eita was concerned, had always been stupid for caring so much. After all, there were six billion humans. Why did it matter if one of them died, when they could easily be replaced my another, similar enough human. Dying had never been something to happen to humans Eita knew. And dying had definitely never been something to happen to humans Eita liked. To... to friends. 

So now, in the aftermath of the flood, any stupid, vulnerable, fragile human looking for Eita Tsukino wouldn’t have too much trouble finding them. They’re huddled, arms around themself, in a cramped corner of the hardware store. The most cramped corner they could find, because the pressure of the shelves against them is as soothing as anything can be soothing when they feel like something inside their head is screaming. Tears are trickling down their face, and they’re rocking back and forth. Will approaching them yield any positive result? Why not find out. 

[robpilled]

alien comic

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

you're full of organs, aren't you? | open

Eita hates this. They hate all of it, the trials, the murders, the mayor, the town. All of it. They’ve always found humans hard to deal with, but in this environment, it’s so much worse. They just want to be able to chill out, calm down, and hide from everything, and that’s exactly what they’re trying to do. 

Completely ignoring the new area, with all of its bright lights and sounds, Eita can be found crammed between two shelves in the hardware store, idly doodling with a pen and paper. There are a few ideas for designs on there, sure - but mostly, just scribbles, smiley faces and frowning faces and all the other faces that Eita has trouble understanding. Maybe, they figure, maybe if they can understand the humans more, then they’ll be able to predict them. Make sense of them. 

Maybe they won’t be stupid enough to make friends with a human who was going to die and hurt them, for a third time. And it is with this idea in mind that, when Eita hears someone entering the store, they turn to them and call out, instead of their usual ‘go away’, their attempt at being more friendly. “Greetings, human. Would you like to do some ‘having a conversation’ together.” Well, that’s one way to socialize.

[malwersacje]

[thegreatwallofakita-blog]

Red Card [Post Trial] [Closed Starter for Eita]

[thegreatwallofakita-blog]

“I am not very good at jokes, but I try to tell them anyway, because they make people happy. Unless they’re really very bad. Which most of mine are,” a pause for thought. “I suppose I am gambling on whether or not it will be a good joke, in that case.” And Katsumi’s luck isn’t always on her side. “… either way, I don’t think we have the materials to add earmuffs to the inside of your helmet.”

A salty bitter baby. And Katsumi has all the flavour of a rock. Together they make… I dunno, the chalky wall of a seaside cliff? Either way, she smiles at the whole being included on the list of people that Eita likes. “Is there anyone else here who has been likeable? Or at least mildly tolerable?” She’s hoping that she’s not all Eita’s got here. That would be upsetting.

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

“Well, when you are doing a joke and I am around, then say that it is a joke. Otherwise I will probably not understand the joke, because I am very bad at understanding jokes because most of them do not make sense f they are not explained.” Look, see, Eita appreciates the fact that her jokes are awful and need clarification. 

Salty rock! They actually nod. “Yes. The news human is not very annoying, and he asks questions without finding the answers that I say funny. The mystery human is interesting to talk to. And I like the calculator human a lot because she is intelligent and doesn’t do stupid things even if she confuses me and gets words wrong sometimes but it is okay because she does not mean to. None of those humans find me annoying either, which I like.”

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

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[theshslseamstress]

A new area held all sorts of mysteries that people would surely love to dive into.

Unless you were Hina, apparently. She’d spent a few days hiding in her room before she even thought to visit the new area. Normally, she wouldn’t chance it and stay where safety was assured, but curiosity kills more than just cats and thus, this is how she found herself stepping off the train and looking at all the new area had to offer.

Mostly stores, it seemed. Though the park looked nice enough. She stopped in front of a brightly painted building and frowned upon checking the map. A malt shop? What was a malt? It wasn’t lethal, was it? She eyed the store cautiously before deciding to enter.

The music registers before the surroundings do; it’s in English but it’s very nice. The surroundings finally catch her attention; is this some sort of restaurant? A malt must be food, then. The whole theme seems vaguely foreign, so perhaps it was also a foreign food? Hmm, odd.

Walking a little furthur in, she almost misses Eita and probably would have walked right past him if he hadn’t called out to her. 

Correction: told her to go away. Which wasn’t exactly calling out, not really but somehow still technically counted.

“Oh-I’m sorry! Did I disturb…ah, sorry!”

Eita Tsukino was his name right? Her housemate, or one of them, they hadn’t really talked to each other. He seemed about as quiet as she was. Maybe a little more grumpy, but seeing as she only ever saw him at breakfast, chalked it up to not being a morning person. And this time, because she’d disturbed him.

“Sorry, Mister Tsukino…” 

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

Eita would definitely make the distinction between telling someone to go away and calling out to them, on the grounds that they had literally opposite effects, and Eita preferred the one that involved the other person going away to the one that involved them doing the opposite of going away. 

He looks at her, expression impossible to read - does he even have a facial expression right now, or is he just being completely impassive? How does he even speak so clearly through the space helmet they’re wearing. “I do not want you to be sorry, I want you to go away. I am trying to work on some equations at the moment. I am not doing this because they are important and I actually want to solve them but because I am tired and it is relaxing.”

Eita is the worst housemate, he just angrily glares at everyone over cornflakes, dumps weird lung fluid into the drains, and avoids the other two as much as he humanly can. He’s such a grumpy piece of shit, salty space baby. “You have not disturbed anything that matters, technically speaking.” He tilts his head ever so slightly. 

“What is it that you want.”

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

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[shslrockgod-blog]

Out of all of the locales in Tiramisu Town, the malt shop turned out to be one of the least morbidly depressing. It seemed to have a contagious, yet positive vibe, something that he remembers well from running into Ken here. Aside from his current living space, it was the happiest that he’d been during his stay here, so making it into a usual hangout just seemed natural. Of course, when he ran into the lacrosse player here, she was easy to get along with, barring her being a little wild. Having a good time here once again would definitely hinge on the company, but he wouldn’t know what he was up against until he made an effort to find out.

Oh. It’s… them. As he steps inside the shop, memories of the trial come flooding back to him, each snarky comment he or anyone else said for that matter met with dry sarcasm from the rocket scientist. Not a fun person, by Hokori’s standards at least. Could he turn them into a fun person, perhaps remove that stick from their ass? Well, judging by the boring as hell music that’s playing, probably not, but he’d be damned if he doesn’t at least try.

“Woah! Rollin’ out the red carpet for me, I see! Really, though, you don’t gotta cop an attitude with me, man. I come in peace.”

He giggles at this, ever perplexed by the fish bowl that Eita chooses to wear on their head. He thinks he’s being sly, but the rocket scientist can probably see right through that childish grin, too. He sits down at the table right across from the other, looking curiously at whatever it is they’re hard at work on.

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

Eita can never really be considered the right company to have a good time, because Eita usually is not having a good time if they have company. Introverted and solitary, they’re just not a very sociable person, and the sudden intrusion of the social world of other people into their little bubble of mathematics problems is irritating them. 

“I am not rolling out any carpet for you, so I do not see why you are saying that, unless it is a metaphor for welcoming you, in which case I am not doing that. I am telling you to go away. I am going to assume that was you doing sarcasm, which I find annoying, so do not do it again.” 

Their tone is completely flat and emotionless, their face about as expressive as a slab of rock, if paler and thinner. “I do not know what copping an attitude is so I can not say for sure if I am doing that or not. It is good that you come in peace, because I do not think I would be able to successfully fight you if your intentions were violent. However, it would be better if you didn’t come here at all.” Thanks, Eita. 

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

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[shsllacrossemvp-blog]

Hmmm, this kid really liked to ramble, huh? However, it seemed that he liked being hard on himself even more. She cringed a bit as he went on and on. It hurt her hearing him speak this way about himself. How could others treat another human so badly? No wonder he was so unfriendly… She would be too if she had gone through what he has.

“The bracelet is for you to wear, silly! It’s a friendship bracelet, and friendship isn’t stupid. It’s fun, unexpected, and exciting! Friendship ties humans together in beautiful ways. Regardless if you need it or not to be happy, it’s fun to take that chance.”

Speaking so passionately filled her with even more energy. She thought about her friends she made here, and the ones she had at home who would be waiting for her to come back. Her body felt warm… She wanted Eita to feel the same way!

“Won’t you take a leap of faith and try it?”

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

As far as Eita’s concerned, the crux of it lies in the fact that he’s not another human. It makes perfect sense to him that people dislike him, as an alien traveller from a far-away world. He eyes the bracelet suspiciously, before carefully putting it on over the long sleeves of his shirt. 

“I am now wearing the bracelet. I hope that this makes you happy. I am not a human and most other humans do not want to be bonded to me in any way. Most humans do not really want to be in my presence. I also am not sure if I want to be close to you anyway. Because you are always being loud and hurting my head by being loud and saying things that don’t make sense.” 

Their frown deepened. “I do not want to leap at all. I am quite comfortable sitting down. You are being nice. But sometimes people act like they are nice when they are just doing a trick. But if you promise that you are not doing a trick and that you will be less loud and not say stupid things, then maybe I could try and do a scientific analysis of the human thing that is called ‘friendship’ with you.”

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

aesthetic: eita tsukino

“This end should point toward the ground if you want to go to space. If it starts pointing toward space you are having a bad problem and you will not go to space today.” 

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

i need these monies to buy nutrients! | open

[shsllacrossemvp-blog]

“I’ve never met an alien before… and I never knew alien’s liked Frank Sinatra! Looks like there is a lot to learn about you guys that live out in the stars!”

She was trying to figure out why a human would lie to theirselves so thoroughly, but maybe they weren’t? Who was she to say what did and didn’t look like an alien? Still, she wasn’t quite sure what to make of Eita. After hearing what he said about his general reception… Well, she felt bad. 

“Hey, hey, I’m not joking, see? That bracelet means it’s real! You’re being too hard on yourself!”

She stood up and offered her hand to Eita. She needed to get him up and have some fun! Moping around by himself probably wasn’t helping at all! Besides, she needed to show him that not everyone was the same. He could make friends too!

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

“I do not live out in the stars, I live in a house on Earth. I hypothesize that I originate from a Type II civilization on the Kardashev scale that is capable of interstellar faster-than-light travel, but I am afraid that I can not tell you a lot about the culture of that civilization as I have no memories of my life before Earth.” He managed to stop frowning, but still looked at her with fairly open suspicion, tapping his fingers against the table. 

“Most humans do not want to be friends with me after I am rude and unfriendly to them. And I was being rude and unfriendly during the trial, because I think that you were being stupid and loud and it was annoying me. So the logical thing for you to think about me is that I am rude and unfiriendly. So it doesn’t make sense that you would want to be my friend. And also you have not told me why you have put a bracelet on the table.” 

He stares at her hand with abject confusion. “I do not know why you are holding your hand out, unless you want me to give you back the bracelet or to shake it. I do not want to shake it, because I do not like shaking hands and think it is pointless and stupid. I also have never had any friends, and I do not like to use the word because it is mostly just a stupid human thing that humans do and that I do not want because I do not need humans to like me to be happy.” Despite all that, his flat monotone voice sounds... a little lonely. And a little hopeful.