"I think they do. After all, it's a learning bot, why wouldn't it pick up variants of feelings?" Darcy handed the bot back to Sinthia and reached into a nearby box to pull out the gear she'd need for the repair job. She attached a headlamp and magnifier onto the headset and popped in on, then laid out small bot parts and welding gear on the workshop bench.
"It's sad to me, when they're in bad shape, they did what they were made to do and just because some newer model came out, they get tossed like so much rubble." She dug around in the box for a few more parts before turning back to Sin. "Luckily for them, I seem to have created a 'bot haven of sorts. You and a few others bring me the little guys and I fix them up and either sell them to good folks or I keep them myself."
"They always look sad. Like they know I'm one of them," she says, cradling the large-softball-sized thing as if it were a flesh and blood animal. "I think I'd like to keep him. He could help."
And she wanted companionship. It wasn't so bad an ordeal, she supposed, to have the little thing live with her. It wouldn't require nearly the amount of work that a biological animal would.
"It's totally possible they can. I think bots are much more aware and intuitive than anyone gives them credit for." Darcy picked a screwdriver out of the rubble on her desk and started piecing together a wing for the little guy. "I think that would be good for the both of you, honestly. You'd appreciate him more than anyone else would."
She finished up the wing and placed it aside before gathering up the stuff to make a new eye for the little guy. Darcy tended to zone out while she assembled things, but honestly it's because she got so involved, not because she was being rude.. on purpose anyways. Hopefully, Sinthia understood her quietness was because she wanted to make sure to do this right.
"Do you think it could teach me to be more human?" she asked, comfortable with the quiet broken only by the whirring of tools and machines, and the clink of mechanical parts.
This was the environment she lived in; she was a tool to be used, and esthetics and comforts weren't part of the equation that involved her, as far as EDEN was concerned.
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"It's sad to me, when they're in bad shape, they did what they were made to do and just because some newer model came out, they get tossed like so much rubble." She dug around in the box for a few more parts before turning back to Sin. "Luckily for them, I seem to have created a 'bot haven of sorts. You and a few others bring me the little guys and I fix them up and either sell them to good folks or I keep them myself."
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And she wanted companionship. It wasn't so bad an ordeal, she supposed, to have the little thing live with her. It wouldn't require nearly the amount of work that a biological animal would.
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She finished up the wing and placed it aside before gathering up the stuff to make a new eye for the little guy. Darcy tended to zone out while she assembled things, but honestly it's because she got so involved, not because she was being rude.. on purpose anyways. Hopefully, Sinthia understood her quietness was because she wanted to make sure to do this right.
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This was the environment she lived in; she was a tool to be used, and esthetics and comforts weren't part of the equation that involved her, as far as EDEN was concerned.