A popular human bonding activity is sharing photographs and other recordings of social events. I could understand that in the context of relaying vital updates of things which occurred at these events (for a very, very loose definition of 'vital') except humans did it even for other people who had been there at the time, and even allowing for the extreme fallibility of human memory, should be perfectly aware of who wore what and won which game or climbed what cliff or whatever.
That was what this social situation mainly seemed to be centering around, besides eating a drinking. My humans were there, gathered with a number of their friends, family, and romantic partners, and a knot had gathered around a display surface where Arada and the others were showing off a slide-show at a recent Survey Youth Training Day they had supervised.
This picture was a more candid shot. Arada and Amena were crouched on the ground, showing a younger attendant how to filter through dirt or something. There was another person standing right next to them, who caught my eye because:
a) Despite having given lengthy anecdotes for everyone else in these pictures, this person had been omitted time-and-time again.
b) I didn't like the way they were standing so close to my humans and glaring.
"Who the fuck is that?" I said, and everyone laughed.
I crossed my arms. "Fine then," I grumbled. They didn't have to answer me if they didn't have to.
Gurathin snorted. "Seriously?"
"What," I said, because everyone was still either chuckling, or shooting confused glances at me/my drones.
That was weird. I had already started running a feed search for the person in the images to cross-reference with Preservation's (public) image data-base and--
I figured it out before any of the humans could answer me and Murderbot, this is why you should just shut up and do your own research before asking humans anything.
"SecUnit," Arada said, "that's you."
Ratthi, sounding like he was trying really hard not to sound amuse and not really succeeding said, "Don't you know what you look like?"
"Of course I know what I look like," I said. "It's just not information I bother accessing all the time." Why the fuck would I?
One of Ratthi's current romantic partners tilted zer head. "But... don't you have all those drones watching all the time?"
I actually didn't mind this particular partner too much (ze had been very accepting of the drones, which was more than some people could say) so I actually bothered to answer. "They're for watching other people, not me."
Which was only half an answer, and judging by the puzzled looks, most people knew that, even though they didn't press. The full truth was... I didn't really like looking at myself. So unless it was absolutely necessary (e.g. ensuring I didn't blow my cover in hostile territory), I generally filtered out that information. And I generally deleted my memories of it after the fact, in order to save space.
Which was the same answer I gave when Arada asked, "But SecUnit, don't you remember being at this event?"
Everyone boggled at my casual deletion of the day, as if humans didn't constantly forget all sorts of information with way less deliberation than I did. "But what if something important had happened?" asked Pin-Lee.
"Nothing did," I said. And to prove it, I began reciting the report I'd written of the event for my own records (text takes up way less space than any visual media): "8:00am, set-up completes with no incident besides stubbed toe. 8:15am, Arada practices opening speech. 8:45am, Gurathin spills coffee on himself--"
"I think we get the point," Gurathin said. And with that, everyone finally moved on, as intended.
I did, privately, take an extra moment to review the photos everyone had been sharing, now that I knew I was in them. I only inteded to quickly glance, because, as I said, I didn't really get the point of looking at myself more than necessary, but--
--but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was.
I mean, I still didn't think it was fun, exactly. I didn't understand how some humans could spend hours taking pictures of themselves in mirrors and things.
But normally when I looked at myself, it was stressful. It was something I did because I was in a dangerous environment, and I needed to make sure I looked like a perfectly normal SecUnit or a perfectly normal human, and usually there was a risk of being shot and/or killed if I failed. And anyway, my face was weird, alright? SecUnit neutral looked weird, and so did every other expression, whether I was scowling or (ugh) smiling.
Or I thought it looked weird. It always had in the past.
It didn't look quite as weird anymore.
I don't know how to explain it, okay? I was looking at these recordings of myself and I looked. Fine.
I was wearing the really nice leather jacket I'd been gifted by Volescu and the others at a previous holiday exchange. It looked nice against my blue shirt. I'd let my hair grow out a bit, and I liked the way it hung over my eyes. My skin was darker than I remembered it being, probably because of exposure to solar radiation. And while I was still scowling in some images, in others I looked.
... Maybe it was time to revisit the filter I was running. Just for the sake of optimizing my ongoing processes.