Thank you, again, those of you who have recently begun following me. However, I thought I should let you all know that I won’t be able on today as I had planned.
I’m afraid I’m not feeling too well, having just brought up the contents of my stomach as soon as I woke up. I’m still feeling under the weather, hugging the bucket as I am, but if I do feel better I will try and come back. I just thought you all deserved to know that my absence is explainable.
Sorry, David, I’ll respond to you as soon as I’m well enough.
Restoration and Repairs [David, Elizabeth]
askdavideight:
He’d watch her calmly. David trusted her, he’d seen her work. She could be delicate where it needed to be. He liked watching her work, she had such a passion for it. So much drive to find her answers, even if the odds were against her. Those strong emotions drew him to her. He would like to be able to understand an emotion so intimately.
He would wait and as he was settled properly he was able to internally make a couple connections a little more permanent. “That’s much better, thank you.” He’d flex his hands with a little more ease. He was a little jerky in motion still but he could fix that. It would be easier once they acquired some of his food. “I can manage the more…cosmetic things.” Such as the tear in his ‘skin’ along his neck. It was his version of healing basically.
“But thank you very much, Elizabeth.” A slow smile spread his lips, his eyes locked with hers. She couldn’t have been more than three inches away when she had placed his head on and he had made no motion to move leaving it up to her how long she would remain so close to him.
As she felt their eyes lock, she paused in that small moment, fully realizing the closeness and how her hands held the sides of his face the way they did, and the way he sat there smiling as if oblivious to it all. Of course, he was probably oblivious, she wasn’t sure whether he had a sense of personal space for himself. But she did, and so she lets go after that strange moment, and after being sure that his head wouldn’t fall off if she did. Clearing her throat, she straightens her posture and dusts her hands against each other, even though there was no dust to be dusted off. “All done, then. It was no problem, David.”
“I was actually going to ask you about whether your synthetic skin had any healing properties, but it seems you read my mind.” She offered a smile, though it waned for a moment, as her choice of words suddenly reminded her of what he had said back on the Prometheus. Standing there, she was hesitant about whether or not to bring it up. When she had first heard him tell her that he watched her dreams and thoughts as she slept, she wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind, and didn’t know what to think. But even know, in the right state of mind, she still didn’t know what to think. Of course, it was an intrusion of privacy, but she can’t remember what she dreamed about, what exactly he’d seen. It’s harmless, either way, right? She believed he wouldn’t use any of the knowledge against her, because why would he? He wasn’t like that, he wasn’t programmed to be like that.
She felt like she should be angry, though. Perhaps she was just too tired after the ordeal they went through to muster up the anger over it. In fact, more than anything… maybe it scared her a little. That someone knew so much about her, and she didn’t know to what extent. She didn’t let any of these confusing emotions or thoughts show themselves as she finally decided to bring the subject up. What better time than the present?
“David, you told me you… watched my dreams, during cryostasis on the Prometheus.” Her eyes glanced down at him, observing him, observing his reaction. Did he understand the intrusiveness of his actions, the strangeness behind them? Because the way he told her on the ship made her think otherwise, how he said it nonchalantly. Although she tried, she was no master in keeping her face an emotionless mask, or an emotionless tone of voice, one that hinted with both a slight sense of apprehension and curiosity. “… Why?”
(Source: doctorshaw)
Restoration and Repairs [David, Elizabeth]
askdavideight:
David would simply smile at her when she moved his head so he could see. “Thank you, Elizabeth.” He didn’t often leave formality when speaking, but well, Dr. Shaw was always a little bit different to him. “You have a very keen eye then.” This was much better, although a little…what was that art style. Ah yes, Surreal. That would be an apt term.
He’d watch her as she worked. There was something graceful in her movements. He didn’t say much, only watched her. He was thinking about all the times he had watched her dream. How through her memories he was able to experience her life and watch her grow up. He knew her and understood her so well.
It was such an intimate knowledge although he had only barely breached the subject on it. He knew it would be something uncomfortable for her to talk about. 85 % of people would be uncomfortable with that situation as it was, so he wasn’t going to go into it. She probably would barely remember him mentioning it to her, and even if she did she wasn’t in a very clear state of mind. If she did remember… she hadn’t found a reason to bring it up yet. He was grateful for that.
“Excellent. Now, the clear plastic tubing? You are going to have to attach that to a valve in my throat and while you are their I would suggest affixing the wire to the small box that is about where a human’s vocal chords are located. From there you can place me back into my body, you just have to align me with the clavicle supports. I hope you don’t mind being a little close for this.”
Elizabeth didn’t seem to notice his change in formality, or if she did, she didn’t appear to react or speak of it out loud. To be honest, she felt as if her mind had wandered enough during the repair procedures, and she knew that was never a truly good thing when the procedure involved concentration and close attention in order to avoid making mistakes. She assured herself that she could push any thoughts that were eager to touch her mind, away, until this was finished. Because, indeed, over the time, there were many, many things that ate at her mind, and there were things that would occasionally find themselves distracting her from what she was doing. And some of those things did indeed involve David.
“Your… all right. No, I… don’t see a reason why I would particularly mind? I’ll begin with the clear plastic tubing, as you said…” Doing so, and doing so more carefully than the previous actions she had done, she felt this was probably the part that needed her caution. She was thankful that the way he was wired and built was relative to that of human anatomy, though, as it gave her the advantage there as with locating where a human’s vocal chords would be situated to then continue on to wiring the small box.
“And now, just…” Appearing to be talking to herself with unfinished sentences, without fully realising, she moves a bit to carefully place her hands on the side of his face, much like how she had done previously, to proceed to pick him up. Turning her head a little as if she were trying to look upside down, she was actually looking to find his clavicle supports to align with his body. It seemed that subconsciously she was being careful to keep David’s head straight whilst she searched, and thus found. Now, delicately, she slowly lowers his head down onto his body, hoping she had aligned everything as precisely as she believed. Still keeping her hands in their place to continue supporting his head, she ask, “Is it… right?”
(Source: doctorshaw)
Restoration and Repairs [David, Elizabeth]
askdavideight:
David wasn’t uncomfortable interacting with other models of himself. He was positive he had different likes and dislikes not to mention knowledge alone, considering where they had come from and what was there. He had a sense of individuality if we were to call it anything. Needless to say he would be happy that he was here because he was going to be repaired.
David would have been listening for the click as well, watching her best that he could. When he head the click a smile spread his face. “We’ll have you well trained in robotics soon enough, Dr. Shaw.” he’d give a chuckle and where it usually sounded so much more human his voice sounded garbled. Only slightly, just a saint synthetic undertone to it. Besides the detached head and exposed wires it was just one more thing to remind her that he wasn’t human.
Personally he really disliked this. He wasn’t fully capable of hate but intense dislike could be felt. This went against everything his programming said which was basically “appear more human” and this was as far away as he had ever been. He didn’t like failure. “Now, do you see three yellow lights in a row?” He’d question. If anyone cares to know David hated yellow lights. He preferred red if there had to be something for a warning. “You’re going to have to press down on all three which are going to open a small panel, there were glass tubes in there, they’ve been damaged. You’ll have to replace them with the new ones. The lights will turn white when you’ve completed it.”
“Ah, right, hold on. I think it would be better if I moved you a little bit so that you can better observe if I’m doing it properly or not.” Noticing the way he couldn’t properly see what she was doing, as his head was facing straight forward, she shuffles sideways a little to place her hands on the sides of his head and lift him up. Putting him back down so that he faced more of an angle towards herself and his body, she takes a step back to continue with following his instructions.
“Yes, I spotted them before,” she noted. Admittedly, there were times when she had to remind herself that David was a robot, that he wasn’t human. However, looking at him now and repairing him with all these wires and compressors and… Well, she needn’t any reminders on the matter, that was safe to say. She was seeing that he is essentially wires and bolts, not flesh and blood like she was, like a human. Perhaps it was the cold, hard reminder that she sorely needed, she thought to herself as she pressed the three yellow lights until they opened the small panel. The smile had disappeared to a more neutral expression, though her eyes seemed to signify her mind was elsewhere during that moment of thought, before returning to make sure her attention was where it needed to be right now.
“New tubes… New tubes…” She mused to herself with more a of a mumble as she glanced over at the table for the new glass tubes. Finding them, she carefully picks them up and handles them even more carefully so as not to drop them and break them. Though, she then remembers she should have taken the broken ones out first before picking the new ones up, so she places the new ones down on the couch cushion. Switching her attention to the broken tubes, she notices that at least she would have to dust off any small pieces of broken glass as they seems to have fallen out along the way. Instead, she had only the majority of the tubes to pull out, and did so without cutting herself accidentally on the sharp edges.
After placing the broken tubes onto the table, she picks up the new glass tubes again and places them into where the broken tubes had been. She stands for a moment, waiting for the approval of the white lights. When they appear, she glances back over at David, “Done.”
(Source: doctorshaw)
“If we don’t stop them…there won’t be a home to go back to.”
Restoration and Repairs [David, Elizabeth]
askdavideight:
From where his head rested he’d observe the bag and it’s contents. Every now and again the body itself would shift. Almost involuntary things since he had no control over it at this juncture. “Excellent, it seems to have everything you would need, tools included. I’m pleased to see they had the supplies here. Otherwise things would become difficult. ” He offered a faint smile.
David didn’t mind the state their home was in. Although he would prefer a pristine environment, at least he wasn’t abandoned on a planet with…almost no life. Not any life he’d care to continue interacting with at any rate. Surely he could have been fully destroyed.
“I have every confidence that you will be able to repair me. If you just follow my instructions. Now, the compressor that was in the bag, I’m going to need to you get that and some of that copper wiring. There is, within my body, a small compartment that should look just big enough for that to fit into. Attach the wire to one end, place that end in first. You should hear a click and it will be in place. Make sure you have enough wire to attach to my neck, but that will be later on.”
“Yes, I’m quite surprised that we were lucky enough to touch down on a well-established spaceport like this one. It appears there are many stores around that offer components for those with ships and other… robotic instruments.” It was then that it occurred to her that she wasn’t sure if she was quite comfortable with saying the fact there may have been other David models here, and she wasn’t completely sure why. Of course, she was sure there would be only a few, if not less, who could even afford such a thing; those living in the high-end areas of the colony, very far from where she and David were residing. Most other people probably had some form of cheaper and less intelligent form of android or robot, if any. So far though, she hadn’t spotted any to name. Perhaps they kept them inside?
“All right,” leaning over to grab the compressor a part of the copper wiring - cutting it off with the wire cutter - she then gets up off the couch to approach the other side of it, where his body was involuntarily twitching every now and then. Tying one end of the wire to one end of the compressor, she leans over now to look for that specific compartment that could hold it. It’s easy enough to find, as she places one end of the compressor into it, until she hears the said click and lets go. Looking back over to David, she says with a slightly proud smile, “First down, easy enough so far.”
(Source: doctorshaw)
