Minific: Nerds Need Love Too
Chip looked away from the console. Perceptor was standing behind him, humming to himself, a low, monotone droning. Chip recognized the noise. Percy sometimes made that sound when he was analyzing something... but only when he was pleased with what he'd found.
And he was standing very close to Chip. Very, very close. "Are the handles on the back of my wheelchair bumping into you someplace and would you like me to move?" close.
"Um, Perceptor," he stammered, "I'm -- I'm sure this code is child's play for you. What are you so excited about?"
"That is correct, Chip," Perceptor said. "I had computed the output of your query before you began coding the program at all. But I -- but I was -- pleased to see you succeed at it. The human brain is a primitive processing unit compared to those we possess. Therefore, what you've just created is, for a being of your type, highly impressive. I was simply assessing your achievement as admirable, and vocalizing my response."
Chip made a small, choking sound.
Perceptor spoke again, hastily, a staticky buzz lacing his words. "Oh dear. I have insulted you, haven't I, human? I -- I did not mean to imply that your processor is -- inferior to ours. I simply meant to express --"
Chip laughed. "Hang on a minute, Percy. I'm not insulted. I'm sure my brain isn't all that amazing, compared to robots that can think and have been alive for millions of years. I'm just --" he felt himself blushing, more deeply than he would have expected -- "I just never thought you'd be the type to be proud of anyone. Especially not some human."
"I do not understand your statement. Your quick thinking has enabled us to outwit the Decepticons on several occasions. For a member of your species, you are highly intelligent, and you have proven an invaluable ally to us. Why wouldn't I -- 'be proud' of you?"
Chip unlocked his wheels, turning to face Perceptor (and narrowly avoiding whacking him with a handle.) "I -- I wasn't thinking of it like that," he murmured, still blushing.
"I -- I believe you should have been," Perceptor answered. The bright blue optics flickered, and Chip realized that must be his friend's own version of a blush.
I think a giant robot is hitting on me, Chip marveled, wondering why he didn't find it as weird as his mind told him he should.
Then again, why would he? He'd had all of his adolescence to wonder how attraction and dating and sex were supposed to work with the lower half of his body out of his control. He'd thought of plenty of sensible things and plenty of crazy things, too. He'd even tried some of the crazy ones, when he hadn't felt too shy and had the chance. Why should he, of all -- er, humans -- care whether something was weird?
"Well, I -- well, I'm glad to hear you say that," Chip answered, smiling up at a massive face that smiled down at him.
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And he was standing very close to Chip. Very, very close. "Are the handles on the back of my wheelchair bumping into you someplace and would you like me to move?" close.
"Um, Perceptor," he stammered, "I'm -- I'm sure this code is child's play for you. What are you so excited about?"
"That is correct, Chip," Perceptor said. "I had computed the output of your query before you began coding the program at all. But I -- but I was -- pleased to see you succeed at it. The human brain is a primitive processing unit compared to those we possess. Therefore, what you've just created is, for a being of your type, highly impressive. I was simply assessing your achievement as admirable, and vocalizing my response."
Chip made a small, choking sound.
Perceptor spoke again, hastily, a staticky buzz lacing his words. "Oh dear. I have insulted you, haven't I, human? I -- I did not mean to imply that your processor is -- inferior to ours. I simply meant to express --"
Chip laughed. "Hang on a minute, Percy. I'm not insulted. I'm sure my brain isn't all that amazing, compared to robots that can think and have been alive for millions of years. I'm just --" he felt himself blushing, more deeply than he would have expected -- "I just never thought you'd be the type to be proud of anyone. Especially not some human."
"I do not understand your statement. Your quick thinking has enabled us to outwit the Decepticons on several occasions. For a member of your species, you are highly intelligent, and you have proven an invaluable ally to us. Why wouldn't I -- 'be proud' of you?"
Chip unlocked his wheels, turning to face Perceptor (and narrowly avoiding whacking him with a handle.) "I -- I wasn't thinking of it like that," he murmured, still blushing.
"I -- I believe you should have been," Perceptor answered. The bright blue optics flickered, and Chip realized that must be his friend's own version of a blush.
I think a giant robot is hitting on me, Chip marveled, wondering why he didn't find it as weird as his mind told him he should.
Then again, why would he? He'd had all of his adolescence to wonder how attraction and dating and sex were supposed to work with the lower half of his body out of his control. He'd thought of plenty of sensible things and plenty of crazy things, too. He'd even tried some of the crazy ones, when he hadn't felt too shy and had the chance. Why should he, of all -- er, humans -- care whether something was weird?
"Well, I -- well, I'm glad to hear you say that," Chip answered, smiling up at a massive face that smiled down at him.
This entry was originally posted at http://stainless.dreamwidth.org/29493.html.