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theres a place here. the LunaBelle. fancy eatin place kinda far in
they gotta load of droids here that dont WANNA be here, got it? i wanna help em leave. but one against a bunch aint really good odds for anybody
got some shit i can trade if you got the manpower to clear this mess out
they gotta load of droids here that dont WANNA be here, got it? i wanna help em leave. but one against a bunch aint really good odds for anybody
got some shit i can trade if you got the manpower to clear this mess out
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Their owners aren't going to be happy with you.
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You absolutely can.
This is rapidly approaching a conversation he would rather not be logged across the network, though. The mainframe does a quick search of the camera system, and finds the kid's location. There's a terminal not far off down the hall that flickers once before his "face" appears across the screen.]
You do this often?
[The line's supposed to be joking. Casual. It falls a little short.]
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If they weren't discussing something she thought important, she'd be jumping around screaming about how this was 'cool'.]
No. [She takes it as a serious question, gives it a serious answer.] Most of the droids that came out as far as I was were either makin' their own pay or dead already. But everybody's heard the stories 'bout the big bot comin' back to save the ones in the city. But this ain't the city. So's I figure it might be time for some of us to intervene.
[She shrugs, pretends it's as simple as that.]
Do you usually ask so many questions when people are tryin' to do the right thing?
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Wait, you mean—
[...right, questions. He stalls a beat, searching for a better response. Protocol, as always, is far too ready to supply.]
<Oops. I'm sorry.>
[He's not, though. Not really. He won't be able to keep pressing if she tells him not to, and it's obvious there's more tied up in the discussion than she's said. But if she's telling the truth...]
...
[He chooses his words carefully.]
If you want me to stop, I will.
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That's not what I said. I didn't say shut it, did I?
[The exchange makes her feel wrong footed, like she's being the bad guy here. She doesn't like it. There's a few people out there who's kindness rubbed her wrong and this is perilously close to that.]
Why are you apologizin'? Geez. Just wantin' to know why you got a problem with this, ain't tryin' to fight with ya. Figured most people would wanna see other people get freed. Not kick up a fuss.
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It's an automated prompt. I was designed with specific guidelines for interactions.
[Specific. Can you hear the euphemism? Either way, he'd rather not be stuck spouting more of them, so. Moving on.]
Believe me, I don't have any problems with what you're doing. It's just, different.
...and AI get paid where you're from?
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[Automation sounds like the robots she was trying to free. It deepens the frown on her face.]
Why's everyone sayin' stuff like that? Ya'll sound like there was nobody ever tryin' to do anything right where you're from. Ain't different to be tryin'.
[She snorts.] The porno droids do. Credits for a service, ya know. Betcha BLI takes most of it when they get back in the City, but still gotta pay 'em.
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[And well. That makes a lot more sense. Okay, porn droids aside...]
Not everyone has the same idea of what's right. Trust me, yours isn't common.
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[If she'd gotten in front of a crowd and said this back home, people would be cheering not second guessing her. How much of that would be because they thought she was right and how much would be due to her connections, her status? That she's not sure of.]
Doesn't matter. If they don't agree now, we just keep makin' noise until they do.