[audio // Japanese] My biology teacher lied to me. PS I got married in that shirt.electroniccraneSeptember 6 2010, 02:06:46 UTC
[Obviously.]
That's really close!
[Motoko is out of her room and barreling toward the Deck 11 fire as fast as her little cyborg legs can carry her. Which is pretty fast, since she's got the gross motor control down.]
[audio // Japanese] Very niceautodidacticoneSeptember 6 2010, 02:12:16 UTC
[Kimiko has terrible genetics for height; she's a head shorter than Motoko, even at only a year's age-difference, cyborg bodies aside. There is a rather enormous bag of chocolate chip cookies propped up against the wall.: Zeke is a bad parent.]
She stands and waves her flaming marshmallow in greeting.]
[commentlog] If you're going to get married in a t-shirt, it might as well be awesome.autodidacticoneSeptember 6 2010, 02:54:19 UTC
[Kim is six- she's not easy to tip off.]
Like a robot.
[The marshmallow goes on the cookie. Another cookie makes the second half- squiiisssshhhh. She opens her mouth to bite it, then remembers to be polite and offers it to Motoko.]
I do not know Mr. Batou, is he on the boat as well? I only know Mr. Zeke, but he is American.
[VERY important. Cookies are life and death.]
If you can find out where you are, I will bring them to you.
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I'm in my room, but I can meet you anywhere! Mr. Batou showed me the ship!
[Mr. Batou is the best!]
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Mr. Zeke has white hair, because he is old. He likes to make faces, but he will let you eat as many cookies as you like.
I am cooking marshmallows at the fire on Deck Eleven.
[Because roast marshmallow sandwiches on cookies. Obviously.]
Can you find me?
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That's really close!
[Motoko is out of her room and barreling toward the Deck 11 fire as fast as her little cyborg legs can carry her. Which is pretty fast, since she's got the gross motor control down.]
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[Kimiko has terrible genetics for height; she's a head shorter than Motoko, even at only a year's age-difference, cyborg bodies aside. There is a rather enormous bag of chocolate chip cookies propped up against the wall.: Zeke is a bad parent.]
She stands and waves her flaming marshmallow in greeting.]
Hullo. I like your knees.
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Thanks. They're cybernetic.
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[Kim is six- she's not easy to tip off.]
Like a robot.
[The marshmallow goes on the cookie. Another cookie makes the second half- squiiisssshhhh. She opens her mouth to bite it, then remembers to be polite and offers it to Motoko.]
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[This is super-important, Kimmi. If Motoko had tear ducts, her eyes would be welling up.]
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[Kim just blinks her huge eyes at Motoko a moment and munches on a cookie.]
I did not say that, you're a girl, like me.
I said like. Li-kuh. You have robot knees. It's very excellent. Daddy told me the right word is 'cyborg.'
[she repeats the equivalent words in Spanish and English, for emphasis.]
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Yes. "Cyborg."
[She edges forward a little, because her sweet tooth is slightly stronger than her fear of fire.
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[Kimiko obligingly steps forward to give her the marshmallow-cookie sandwich.]
Don't be sad. We can be friends, and team up to find Mr. Batou, if you want.
[She hesitates, then tacks on the only species of bribery she knows how to use.]
I don't have any friends, aside from Hedwig and Barry. I live in a laboratory, so there are no other children. You would be the first friend.
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[That's as certain as the sunrise, and the way Motoko says it reflects the fact.]
I...don't have any friends either. I haven't seen the paralyzed boy in a long time.
[She accepts the cookie bashfully. The taste is...well, she can't taste it much. But the sweetness is there.]
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[Half the fun of marshmallow sandwiches is in the texture, anyways.]
...Do you want to be friends anyway? I could try to call Mr. Zeke back.
[She seems doubtful about this. Zeke isn't BAD, but he's not good either, and he might not come, besides.]
I would like to meet Mr. Batou.
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