A Perfect Existence

[shipshapeshipco]

Life has never made quite this much sense.

[Samuel can be seen at Crustacean Cove on lobster-back, wearing a "My Captain ported at Isle Des Saphir and all I got was this lousy t-shirt" t-shirt, nibbling a heaping cone of Oyster-sauce ice cream

Comments

[tachikhromatic]

[Tachikoma toes are always bare. Musashi is hopping frog-style through the sand, throwing up huge sprays with every impact. It waves cheerfully.]

Hello, Samuel!

[shipshapeshipco]

[Can a flesh-lobster outrun a clockwork-crab? Samuel tightens the reigns, preparing himself in case of danger.]

Ah, Tachikoma. Taking to the island, I see?

[tachikhromatic]

I'm having lots of fun!

[It pats the sand with one foot to demonstrate]

Of course, the sand gets in all my joints. I'm going to need a thorough cleaning.

[shipshapeshipco]

Sand in the joints, you say?

[Samuel decides to save a few handfuls of sand to bring back to the ship as soon as he has a chance. He finally has a contingency plan!

Until then, though, he will do as he always imagined his mother would tell him to do (had she time between binges) and remain cordial till the end.]

If you need any bronzing ointments, I'd be happy to share my bottle. It gives me an incomparable sheen, like a beetle in late summertime. You must give yourself a swab.

[tachikhromatic]

Huh? Oh, it's oil-based, isn't it?

[Indeed it is, so Musashi takes a closer look at Samuel's application. How fortunate are those that possess zoomable vision!]

Wow you're right! The spectral reflection is way up. Is that really a desirable appearance?

[shipshapeshipco]

[Samuel preens. His spectral reflection is totally going to get him laid admired universally.]

I'd say it is! Love is blind, so a man who blinds will surely be loved. grasp the simple logic of it all!

[tachikhromatic]

If that's your goal, then I have to agree! Excellent work, my friend.

[Samuel and Tachikoma; blissfully unaware of both good sense and good taste]

[shipshapeshipco]

[A Robot and a Gentleman: Making trends since never]

I've always prided myself on keeping a goal-oriented fashion strategy.

[Maybe the sun and sand was giving this horror-beast a new lease on life. Of course, he doesn't have too much to worry about. He never had a chance to pack his hats, so his head is bare. There's nothing for Tachi to steal!]

You are looking twice your best today as well. The blue on your back is showing nicely 'gainst the island skyway. It makes a statement!

[tachikhromatic]

[Together, they fight crime?]

Well... [Musashi kicks a little sand, affecting an embarrassed pose] Do you really think so? I've never put much thought into aesthetics. Just so long as I'm better than those awful Uchikoma. What kind of color is green for a tank, I ask you?

[A practical one, but clearly logic and practicality have no home here.]

[shipshapeshipco]

I suppose that lad looks entirely like a piece of farm equipment. Did someone need their corn threshed? Hahaha!

[Time for catty girl talk! And yes, they'll fight crime too.]

[tachikhromatic]

That's right! They do look like that!

[I mean, who has roll bars on their eyes?! Wimps.]

You know Samuel, I may have judged you completely wrong.

[shipshapeshipco]

Unless you judged me to be a sub-par cricket-caller, then you most likely have me quite pegged. I wear my bounties on my bosom, after all.

[It doesn't occur to Samuel that the robot could have had a negative opinion. Why would it?]