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Post by PC182B-Akira on Jan 22, 2011 20:39:14 GMT -8
"So. Did you hate him?"
That question. Oh how he despised that question. There was just something about it that made him cringe. His old master. Yes, he hated him with a passion. And yet? He was his maker. The one that had funded him, made his maker make him. The reason his maker made him. But yet? There was no love, no sympathy for this rotting waste of flesh. A waste of space. That's all that bastard had ever been. Ruining his life, and rotting in his own. There was nothing he could do about it either. But now his master was dead, and he belonged to that mistress that thought his master was just a kind old man.
He pitied her. How had she been so clueless for so long? But she had neglected him, abused him in a way that not even his old master had. Kindness. He had known it for too long now. He had been with her for too long. But the loss of her husband had been so hard on her, and he simply could not take care of that, he simply did not know how.
The son had claimed him just a few weeks ago, tying those chains back around his neck, wrists, and ankles. Back to making those dirty old creeps that likes to touch him. But this was not exactly what was going on. Oh, it's what the son wanted to do, but the mother just wouldn't have it. Instead, he remained a Host, and Escort.
Brown hair whipped in front of the eyes of the New Child. A Hybrid. Not Human. And Animal. A pet. He growled a little and glared down at the tombstone in front of him. His Master's name was scribbled down on it. "You shouldn't hate him PC." His code. His serial number. He hated not having a true name. Well, he did. But he was only allowed to use it while working.
"I don't remember asking you what you thought, Luka." That growl rose a bit at the male behind him.
"All I'm saying is that you shouldn't hate him so much. Your new master is much worse ain't he?" The other, much shorter New Child sat on a tombstone behind him, a sucker swirling around in his mouth. "Alright alright! Jeezus Akira! Stop lashing out like that!" He turned around and rested his arms behind his head. "You're such a spaz..."
A spaz? Was that really how his friend saw him? Well, he supposed that was not actually very far from the truth. "Look, why don't you just run around home alright? I should get going too.." It was cold, and Luka was not going to decline the offer to go home. He waved and scurried off, going home to his amazing master.
Those gorgeous sapphire eyes just stared down at the tombstone. It was grand, indeed. His family had wasted a lot of money on this foolish, selfish old man. But he heard it. A noise behind him. "Luka I told you to go home!" He spun around, anger evident in his eyes. but it wasn't Luka. "Who... Who are you...?" |
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Post by Sampson Gerald on Jan 24, 2011 12:50:31 GMT -8
So that the Blind will see.
- ✝ - Sampson got up after leaving a flower at the gravestones of his former colleague and his wife. He visited their graves every week; though in truth, she was not buried in Arcis, she was buried long ago, and he had lived in Arcis far after her death. It was a shame that they would never be buried together. As he was going to leave, he looked over to where he heard some sort of argument.
- ✝ - Having been the head scientist for a few years now, he knew almost every single New Child on a personal level, even if they had never actually met after being sold off to whoever commissioned them. “P… C… PC180…82. B, if I recall correctly,” he searched his memories for their numbers, “And… uh… oh I can’t recall the other. I wonder what all of the fuss is about though…” He walked over towards the two of them, wondering what they were arguing about, and had in mind that he would be doing some good if he tried to resolve the matter.
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Post by PC182B-Akira on Jan 24, 2011 13:14:01 GMT -8
The argument was over before the scientist person had arrived. Luka had gone away and the other remained, staring at him. Was he going to be in trouble now? Being found out here alone, without his masters around him... The very fact that he was disobeying his order to be at work right now was something in itself. But he didn't like being controlled, and no one would ever do such a thing to him ever again. He was not meant to be caged.
"What do you want?" He folded his arms over his chest and looked over the person in front of him. He looked fairly basic really. Just your average human. But why was he in the cemetery? Well, maybe he had someone to visit. But what had just happened was really none of his business was it? "Look, I'm just here paying respects to my dead Master upon his son's request..."
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Post by Sampson Gerald on Jan 24, 2011 15:13:34 GMT -8
So that the Blind will see.
- ✝ - Sampson listened to the new child talk without cutting him off, and then spoke, “Now,” he began, “I may be hard at hearing in my old age, but I’m fairly certain that that’s not what you’re doing here, PC182B.” He took a deep breath and sat down on a stone bench before he continued, setting his can beside him, “I’m fully aware that sometimes people who buy new children like yourselves aren’t entirely righteous, and some are just plain perverted. But I can’t understand why you should feel so inclined as to lie to me so quickly.”
- ✝ - Before he continued he let out another deep breath and looked around the place, it was a disappointing perspective without the sky or sunshine overhead, “I’d like to hear about what terrible things have befallen unto you, but first; I want to ask if you have a name to go by other than that serial number encoded into your neck. My name is Sampson, or Dr. Gerald, whichever you prefer.”
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Post by PC182B-Akira on Jan 24, 2011 17:19:49 GMT -8
A name. This person wanted a name from him. He was a person? Not a number? But why? This guy was a scientist wasn't he? Why would he want to call him by something other than just a number? Wasn't that why they were there? "Akira. You can call me Akira if you want to..." And that was just it. That was all he was allowed to say wasn't it? The reason he was really here was simply to harass his younger friend. A companion was what Luka was made for. "Look. I'm not just going to tell you my life story because it suits your interests."
And he wasn't. His life was his problem. At least that's how he saw it. The things that he screwed up in his life. Yeah. His life. His mistakes. His masters were only ever trying to help straighten him out right? Make him be obedient. But he wasn't one to obey. Something in this programming was wrong. It had to be. Both of his classes were meant to listen, meant to obey. But he had never listened. Never done what his masters ever wanted him to. He glared at the scientist. "Why is it that you want to know anyways?"
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Post by Sampson Gerald on Jan 27, 2011 18:06:30 GMT -8
So that the Blind will see.
- ✝ - “You ought to be a little bit nicer to me,” Sampson said to Akira, “I’m not only an elder, but I just happen to be the head of the New Child project. Which is why I know your serial number, because I took part in making you, just like all the others.”
- ✝ - Sampson did not take anything but a calm, respectful tone, and smiled at the New Child. “I know life can be hard,” Sampson said, “But it doesn’t matter how hard it gets; you should always treat others, especially your friends, with kindness and respect. If you direct your anger out to anyone you talk to, then you’ll end up pushing people away; people that might otherwise become great friends.”
- ✝ - Sampson took off his glasses as he talked, pulled a cloth from his pocket to wipe the lenses clean, “Now… don’t you have a master to get back to?” he asked, still wanting to understand why Akira was having trouble.
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Post by PC182B-Akira on Feb 5, 2011 11:15:10 GMT -8
Respect and kindness to everyone? He supposed that sounded more like Luka than himself. But maybe he could try that. It was just that he was brought up not to trust anyone at all. At least, he thought that maybe he was brought up to be like that. He knew that life could be hard? Yeah right. He knew nothing about what went on in the lives of most of the New Children, right? A harsh sigh left Akira's throat and he turned back to the grave.
"This was my master. Can't say I respected him in any way. I've met people that have kind Masters. One's that treat them like their own kids. They get spoiled, and petted all the time. And what do I get? I get thrown into cages, abused... and... and..." He flopped down onto his knees in front of the grave. Part of him just wanted to trash the thing. But that was disrespectful to his master. "And now I have to work as a host. An escort. Still forced to have sex for money. Ain't that just peachy?" He seemed a bit bothered by it. But this was life. This was his life wasn't it? Nothing on earth could change that. Not him, not his master, and not this scientist. At least that's what he thought.
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