Nothing Rejuvenates you Quite like Death

[ceasetoexist]

[He blinked his eyes as he woke up. Once. Twice. Again. He was in bed? He didn't remember going to bed. The last thing he remembered was...

Oh, for the love of Christ. He honestly didn't know what surprised him more at the moment: the fact he'd managed to get killed twice over two weeks, or the fact that this most recent death didn't bother him as much as the last. Not to say it didn't bother him; having his throat slit wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. But at least it was quicker then being beaten to death or caught by the hazmats and set on fire. So he just sits and stews in his bed for a moment before heading to his phone. And when he gets there, he puts on the most faux-cheery voice he can muster.]

Hi, this is to the lady I had a small run in with yesterday!

You know something lady? I really, really just want to apologize! I admit I might have been out of line when I got so angry at you for entirely invading my personal space despite being asked to leave about three times and continued to watch what I was doing. I know you were probably just curious as to what I was making. So I just wanted to put out a heartfelt apology for hitting you in the head with a wrench. I'll admit I was entirely out of line doing that, if you'll admit you were out of line when you slit my friggin' throat!

[And he'll just slam the receiver down at that. And then he mulls, and agonizes over something for a moment. He really, really shouldn't do this, because he doesn't care about any of them. He hasn't REALLY worked with any of them or known them. So it shouldn't be any of his concern. ...But for some reason, he can't help it. He has to tell them.]

[Filtered to the KND]

Hey. Geniuses. Got a warning for you. There's someone you need to look out for. [And here goes a generic description of GLaDOS]. The woman's crazy. Just thought I'd let you morons know before one of you goes and gets yourself killed interacting with her.

[Filtered to Tak's Communicator]

Get over here when you can. Think we've got the time to start getting Josephine use to you so you can start learning to pilot her. After that, we're headed to the post office.

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

You're an android? Like, what were you made to do then?

[Sorry Massimo, that's a lot more important at the moment to him then GLaDOS.]

[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

...She asked the same thing.

[[HE DOESN'T REALLY HAVE A PURPOSE]]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah. People kinda tend to have a purpose for the things they build.

[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

I suppose that's fair enough if you're looking at it from the perspective of a human back in the day.

In my time, reploids and humans coexist. They just live with each other.

Although there's been problems recently, but that's not really anyone's business.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Reploid?

...Do you know someone called Harpuia?

[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

No, never heard of her.

[[But the way he says 'reploid' makes him wonder.]]

Is she a reploid?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Actually, it's a guy. He's my "big brother" here, and said he was a reploid meant to help protect humans and yada yada yada.

Well...was my big brother. He's been droned for awhile.

[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

Harpuia isn't the most masculine name. I'm sorry.

[[He frowns a little.]]

That's... a little odd. I've never heard of that, since all reploids are technically supposed to help humans. We can't injure them at all.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Dunno what you want me to tell you. That's all he told me. Never really went in depth.