Form 2:Brass Betty
Form 2: Brass Betty
Hmph, Greetings, I suppose you want something or another from me. I'll just do as I please and tell about myself instead. How about them apples..SIR. And yes I am operating under the thought that you dear reader are male as what are the chances that a madam might get access to this kind of information. I know it's an "enlightened" age as all these scientists tend to ramble on about but I suspect that they're keeping all the "enlightenment" to themselves. Pity. But just in case there are readers of other gender, hallo to you as well and thank goodness you found this. More people should know the thoughts of this bold creation. Nonetheless, my name assigned to be by some surely illustrious engineer who I could really give less then a care about, is Brass Betty. Because I am constructed of brass.and bronze..and some silver too actually. Why couldn't I just be alloy or something? It is of no major concern. I suppose I am primarily brass and thus, the name. I still can not fathom where the Betty came from. No lady around these parts are actually named Betty are they? I see Samanthas, and Elizabeths, Mary, and Kristens, Victoria..oh lots of Victorias. But Betty. -sigh- What can you honestly expect from a scientist these days? Not one to keep tabs on the social norms like naming something reasonably instead just going "to heck with it all! Betty it is." Fools. Still I have to do something to occupy my time, it's not like I have some "duty" to do. Kidding of course, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have my purposes. I work as a hostess at some kind of establishment for the enjoyment of the public. I greet people mostly. And such a variety of people there are. I see urchins sneaking in on a regular basis, engineers, aristocrats, merchants, beggars, scholars, robber barons, entertainers of all sorts (love them all so much), fellow humanoids, animals of strange varieties, travelers,sailors, common workers. So many people and I haven't even mentioned the air pirates. Oh drat those pirates. Some of them are the sweetest criminals one could ever meant, just charming witty lads and lasses who just want to kick back in the evening after a mission. I simply love to spend the time talking to them or joining in a rousing song accompanied by some drinks..{oil for me personally}. Lovely folks. However, some of these air pirates are just crude, awful ruffians that they get a reputation for being. Rude, more demanding than the average aristocrat (and THAT my companions is demanding), and worst for me personally..the lines. The flirting, like they are actually trying to seduce me. It's horrifying to say the least. The salacious looks, the sleazy grins, the pinching of my metallic parts. I mean what do they really expect to happen? Do they think that I'm not going to smack them every time they pull that stunt? It's a wonder that the boss doesn't have some kind of thing to get me with for every time I hit one of the customers. It's usually a rowdy pirate so perhaps it's understood.-shrug- Anyway..and the fact that those pirates want to actually um perform rather scandalous acts with me, confuses me to no end. How the heck could these metal parts actually feel pleasing to you? Are you that desperate for a female form? If so why not try those courtesans that seem to frequent here just about the same time you do? What appeal is there for you having flesh against cold..machinery. I can't imagine that feeling to go for you, not to mention that I'd get absolutely NO satisfaction from that myself. The whole idea makes me.."shiver" which usually just means me shaking awkwardly. I can't shiver quite properly. I wasn't built in a way that allowed for languid movement. At least not beyond walking pretty smoothly. Just not the small things. But it's the small things that I want to express non-verbally the most. And surely it is bother just to think about the fact that I can't. Oops.Will return soon....
I have returned.I had to get some oil for my joints. That's the problem with the way I'm constructed, I have to be oiled constantly, and goodness help me if I encounter large amounts of water. Rust city here I come. And it's awfully troublesome to have to go to the engineer to get some help with rust. Like after that one time where the pirate spilled some of his drink on me. "It was an accident" Sure it was. I certainly think he was fooling. But I can't really be bothered with trying to discern the truth from that type of madman. But one thing I really have enjoyed about existence is going on airships. I tend to get to go on them quite often as the companion of my creator..or his friends. They seem to like my company quite a bit. I have no idea if I'm some robot companion more personable the most human females. At least to these types I must be. Though I can't blame them, they are awkward sorts..but endearing if I must be honest. I like accompanying him and listening to the latest stories of various authors. I get a lot of books as gifts. Which embarrasses me somewhat because..why so many gifts. I swear I have quite the library and I have only bought a few of those books myself. Perhaps they do..ah well, best not to think about it now. The airships. They're fantastic things to ride in. Much more comfortable then ships on the sea, and there seems to be the sense of glamour and adventure that I certain relish every time I'm on there. And I love the sights that I can get from travel in such lovely devices. The view the city just makes me realize what I get out of these strange times, full of innovation and changes. This time filled with the oddest of ideas and the most brash of hopes. I mean I result from this time and I'm pretty odd aren't I? Wouldn't change it for the world.
Hmph, Greetings, I suppose you want something or another from me. I'll just do as I please and tell about myself instead. How about them apples..SIR. And yes I am operating under the thought that you dear reader are male as what are the chances that a madam might get access to this kind of information. I know it's an "enlightened" age as all these scientists tend to ramble on about but I suspect that they're keeping all the "enlightenment" to themselves. Pity. But just in case there are readers of other gender, hallo to you as well and thank goodness you found this. More people should know the thoughts of this bold creation. Nonetheless, my name assigned to be by some surely illustrious engineer who I could really give less then a care about, is Brass Betty. Because I am constructed of brass.and bronze..and some silver too actually. Why couldn't I just be alloy or something? It is of no major concern. I suppose I am primarily brass and thus, the name. I still can not fathom where the Betty came from. No lady around these parts are actually named Betty are they? I see Samanthas, and Elizabeths, Mary, and Kristens, Victoria..oh lots of Victorias. But Betty. -sigh- What can you honestly expect from a scientist these days? Not one to keep tabs on the social norms like naming something reasonably instead just going "to heck with it all! Betty it is." Fools. Still I have to do something to occupy my time, it's not like I have some "duty" to do. Kidding of course, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have my purposes. I work as a hostess at some kind of establishment for the enjoyment of the public. I greet people mostly. And such a variety of people there are. I see urchins sneaking in on a regular basis, engineers, aristocrats, merchants, beggars, scholars, robber barons, entertainers of all sorts (love them all so much), fellow humanoids, animals of strange varieties, travelers,sailors, common workers. So many people and I haven't even mentioned the air pirates. Oh drat those pirates. Some of them are the sweetest criminals one could ever meant, just charming witty lads and lasses who just want to kick back in the evening after a mission. I simply love to spend the time talking to them or joining in a rousing song accompanied by some drinks..{oil for me personally}. Lovely folks. However, some of these air pirates are just crude, awful ruffians that they get a reputation for being. Rude, more demanding than the average aristocrat (and THAT my companions is demanding), and worst for me personally..the lines. The flirting, like they are actually trying to seduce me. It's horrifying to say the least. The salacious looks, the sleazy grins, the pinching of my metallic parts. I mean what do they really expect to happen? Do they think that I'm not going to smack them every time they pull that stunt? It's a wonder that the boss doesn't have some kind of thing to get me with for every time I hit one of the customers. It's usually a rowdy pirate so perhaps it's understood.-shrug- Anyway..and the fact that those pirates want to actually um perform rather scandalous acts with me, confuses me to no end. How the heck could these metal parts actually feel pleasing to you? Are you that desperate for a female form? If so why not try those courtesans that seem to frequent here just about the same time you do? What appeal is there for you having flesh against cold..machinery. I can't imagine that feeling to go for you, not to mention that I'd get absolutely NO satisfaction from that myself. The whole idea makes me.."shiver" which usually just means me shaking awkwardly. I can't shiver quite properly. I wasn't built in a way that allowed for languid movement. At least not beyond walking pretty smoothly. Just not the small things. But it's the small things that I want to express non-verbally the most. And surely it is bother just to think about the fact that I can't. Oops.Will return soon....
I have returned.I had to get some oil for my joints. That's the problem with the way I'm constructed, I have to be oiled constantly, and goodness help me if I encounter large amounts of water. Rust city here I come. And it's awfully troublesome to have to go to the engineer to get some help with rust. Like after that one time where the pirate spilled some of his drink on me. "It was an accident" Sure it was. I certainly think he was fooling. But I can't really be bothered with trying to discern the truth from that type of madman. But one thing I really have enjoyed about existence is going on airships. I tend to get to go on them quite often as the companion of my creator..or his friends. They seem to like my company quite a bit. I have no idea if I'm some robot companion more personable the most human females. At least to these types I must be. Though I can't blame them, they are awkward sorts..but endearing if I must be honest. I like accompanying him and listening to the latest stories of various authors. I get a lot of books as gifts. Which embarrasses me somewhat because..why so many gifts. I swear I have quite the library and I have only bought a few of those books myself. Perhaps they do..ah well, best not to think about it now. The airships. They're fantastic things to ride in. Much more comfortable then ships on the sea, and there seems to be the sense of glamour and adventure that I certain relish every time I'm on there. And I love the sights that I can get from travel in such lovely devices. The view the city just makes me realize what I get out of these strange times, full of innovation and changes. This time filled with the oddest of ideas and the most brash of hopes. I mean I result from this time and I'm pretty odd aren't I? Wouldn't change it for the world.