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ABEL ([personal profile] emulate) wrote in [community profile] remarks2013-10-19 07:38 am

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Sorry, but — you're mistaking me for someone else.
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[personal profile] paychecks 2013-10-19 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah-ah, Daddy-o.

[ She taps two fingers to her temple. I've got a good memory. ]
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[personal profile] paychecks 2013-10-19 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Su-jin only blinks once, then twice. She leans in — almost nose to nose, a move that plows through any and all social nicety — then rocks back on her heels just as quickly. (Curiosity, rather than an attempt to unnerve.) ]

You're older than the rest, cha?
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[personal profile] indulgences 2013-10-19 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, don't be boring. I can smell a lie, you know.
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[personal profile] indulgences 2013-10-19 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
And all work and no play makes Astro a dull boy.
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[personal profile] indulgences 2013-10-19 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I have fun and I haven't been sent out to pasture, [ Columbia says, though her voice still doesn't carry any note of argument or any real bother. ]

Though I do suppose Astro — or Atom, whatever you want to call him — makes for a bad metaphor. He had that old man who loved him, didn't he?
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[personal profile] indulgences 2013-10-19 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lightly: ] Cleverer, dear, not "more clever."

[ Still, her lip curls into a smile. (No, she's never beat around the bush, instead counting on her tone and demeanor to let her get away with more than most might.) ]

Atom. Tetsuwan Atom. Funny, really, you'd think they'd treat artificial life better considering everything that franchise tried to tell them. [ She doesn't say us or robots — she can't risk counting herself among those who aren't human, and robot is no longer a catch-all term. ]
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[personal profile] indulgences 2013-10-19 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Columbia hums in an idle sort of way, one of her long fingers drawing a line down one cheek in thought. ]

Society is a shambles, [ she pronounces at length, in the sort of way people say things when they're not sure how to fill the silence at a party but know that whatever broad statement they throw out will spark somebody to continue the conversation. It tapers off as she continues to speak, but it's still an odd affectation for someone (something) like her. ]

I imagine it'd do all of us a world of good. I do so hate all that mean hustle and bustle, don't you?
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[personal profile] indulgences 2013-10-28 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, no, [ Columbia tells him, with a shake of her head that sets her hair to bob about the set of her face. ] But it does start to break into petty sorts of arguments, doesn't it? Things like exceptions to every rule, or objectivity and subjectivity when it comes to judgments. One man's trash is another man's treasure.

We ought to know.
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[personal profile] indulgences 2013-10-31 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In a mild sort of tone: ] You do know how to flatter a girl.

[ He's a sweet thing, even if he is altogether too bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for her sensibilities. (Maybe it's her age, she thinks — cynicism given experience, or something like that.) ]

I take it the great escape is still going well?
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[personal profile] indulgences 2013-11-05 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
A lady doesn't kiss and tell, [ Columbia tells him, crossing her arms across her chest, hands at her elbows. It seems to be more a throwaway line than anything else, her lips twitching as she tries to keep a straight face. ]

There's always a demand, it's just a matter of being the one to supply, hm?
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[personal profile] indulgences 2013-11-06 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a dog eat dog world out there, Abe, darling.

[ Her manner is resigned instead of dismissive, the throaty tone of her voice deepening as she speaks. (Maybe it's because she's so old, maybe it's because of the way her code is now.) Honestly, she wonders how he's survived so long, sweet as he is. ]

As long as they need me, I don't get eaten. Even if they do tear each other apart.
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[personal profile] indulgences 2013-11-06 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
They made us, [ Columbia says, without a note of remorse to her voice. (She's not pitiless, but sometimes she comes close. The fact of the matter is that genocide is hard to forgive.) ] They ought to know on their own.

And if they do burn, then who'll be left to hunt you?