7
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Post by 7 on Aug 22, 2016 18:28:43 GMT
Figuratively speaking a earthy, rich smell should have been lingering in the air as 7 watched the rain pour, but the android had never felt the need for taste and smell sensors. Any risk of fires or smoke could be detected through other sensory nodes and they didn't consume food anyway. Yet the smell of rain was a sensation humans and other organics had long lamented about as being one of life's great delicacies. Like a warm bath or a smile illicited from a loved one.
All irrelevant for proceeding on with the basic reproduction of the species really. 7 had long since concluded the most efficient way was simply to store genetic donations and formulate them in laboratory conditions with artificial wombs and such. However as 7 watched a mother and child duck into a busy sushi restaurant, they recalled that humans needed emotional attachments to thrive or else they tended to succumb to unfortunate errors. Things like mental disorders, defects and murderous rampages. Coding issues.
Yes...Humans were strange that way.
Still, they needed to learn these issues and errors if they were to recover their memory and backup files so the android headed over to the restaurant; breezing through the door into what could've felt like a wall of steam if they possessed skin. A man to their left was happily complimenting the rich smell of boiling rice whilst others were too busy stuffing their mouths to bother talking.
Scanning the area didn't seem like a thing 7 wanted to do just yet, hoping to rely on interactions rather than operating entirely on their choice of loadable backup systems.
"I am in need of assistance." They announced loudly.
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Sorrel
Rising Soul
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Post by Sorrel on Aug 23, 2016 0:47:14 GMT
Even Sorrel, an alien in his own right, was knowledgeable of the Earthling fascination with the rain. He could never understand it, and that was not just because a Saiyan's idea of romance was a good fight. Sorrel was more observant than the typical Saiyan. He was of the "woke" variety, as the Earthling's seemed to call it. His reasons for not understanding stemmed more from the detrimental effects of poor weather.
In his study of psychology, which he thought was a necessity in his adaptation of Earthling culture, he came across the effects of weather on the mind. Humidity, for example, was a hindrance to focus and caused drowsiness. Sorrel knew this just from how groggy he felt while walking through the moist atmosphere. As his hand firmly gripped the black umbrella that he formed from nothingness his mind fell sullen with the thought that he might as well just sprawl out on the ground and succumb to the oppressive weather.
He liked that description. Precipitation was an oppressive meteorological condition. Nodding to himself in satisfaction, Sorrel mentally noted that he should write it down. But that was fated to never happen the moment his thoughts settled upon the rumble in his stomach. He veered into the first restaurant he could find, only to end up in a line behind some strange girl. Sorrel's nostrils flared as he attempted to figure out what exactly the girl was, but it didn't give off a scent. This meant he could not sense their energy.
"Ah?" he groaned, a victim of the loud outburst in addition to the rest of the establishment. He winced, as he was one of two people with front row seats to the sudden upheaval.
"Oi, oi. You can't just go screamin' in public like that. Didn't your mother raise you better?" He tilted his head, waiting for the 'girl' to turn around and respond.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 0:55:43 GMT
Thread Power Level: 18,051 PL
Within the cloud of hot steam there sat a plump woman with long locks of lilac dangling down her face. She wore a pink kimono tautly wrapped around her frame with a crimson sash holding it in place. On her feet, a pair of thick wooden sandals dangled from a high chair at the edge of a bar table. The woman was quietly slurping up noodles from a porcelain bowl in her hands but set it down upon hearing someone say, "I am in need of assistance."
She set her bowl down, turned in her seat and looked across the restaurant with her bright blue eyes. This is where she found a man near a strange young woman in fighting attire. Her silver hair really stood out compared to this woman named Denim as she squinted squinted at them and stated in a haughty yet joking manner, "I should be the one saying that," She'd pat her rotund stomach then add, "Why not sit down over near me? I might be able to get you some food and a place to stay if that's what you want."
She'd beckon the girl over with her right hand and pray, unlike Jacquette her newly minted minion, that this girl was not prone to hurting people. Although Jacquette was out doing business for her at the moment, Denim found recently that all the young women these days had far too much spunk and as a result were prone to more violent acts upon their introductions. She did not wanted to be punched for no reason by this girl. Denim hadn't even begun to fathom the other person trying to get this girl's attention too.
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7
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Post by 7 on Aug 23, 2016 15:53:07 GMT
Wonderful, the decibel level of their voice had caught attention and startled the organics, yet not enough to alarm them it seemed. 7 logged this event as a successful one and noted its hz. Two people seemed to have responded at once, that was a fairly large success rate too given the background noise as well. Very impressive. Organics seemed to have an instinctual habit to recognise social needs and gestures regardless of the situation....but 7 felt that this theory needed further testing.
Nothing but their eyes turned to note the Saiyan, the artificial irises focusing in and out to gauge several points of information to store. Namely estimates of height, weight, age, vocals (naturally 7 had recorded what he'd said.) All important data to be crunched later though the wording this being had chosen defied the android's logic.
"...That was not my designated scream file. It was merely sound produced at a slightly higher decibel than the background noise." 7 responded, taking a small pause to replay over what the other had said. It still seemed odd so they questioned it further. "I am unsure why a mother would be useful in this situation. She is currently very much decaying in the planets soil and providing nutrition to the bacterial matter within it."
Once again, the android's attention was caught elsewhere and whilst multitasking was a skill they had easily mastered being a machine, they could not answer two people simultaneously without a holoscreen and an uplink. So they chose to pause, organising their data and prepared response before addressing the other. "I would indeed like to sit with you. I do not need food however, though I may yet ask for temporary residence after further conversation."
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Sorrel
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Post by Sorrel on Aug 24, 2016 3:26:45 GMT
Now that the girl had turned to face him, Sorrel managed a clear view of her visage. However, the more he looked at her, the more he came to associate her as an 'it.'The being's skin much like fine china. This was not hyperbole on how pale she looked, but an observation of how eerily her 'flesh' glimmered in the light. It was like she were a doll, but not in the romantic way. His eyes narrowed upon the being as he tried to decipher the treachery in her form, only for him to give up once a better solution came to mind. He would study her.
His gaze only averted to look at the woman with pale colored hair, who seemed to be offering the requested assistance. His eyes narrowed, partially in contempt as he felt like his muse was being stolen away. They soon relaxed as he allowed positive thoughts to sink in. She presented an increase to the sample size of his experiment. A very small one, but the rule of thumb with science was that a larger sample size was always better. It increased the validity of the results. The only issue was establishing a control, but he would not sweat that detail just yet.
"Ah?" he questioned as the sentient object's words broke his thoughts. Scream file? He paused for a moment, as the gears rapidly churned within the Saiyan's mind. "Nah," he thought adamantly as his lips involuntarily mouthed it, though no audible sound was produced. But it seemed undeniable, with how effortless it was for the being to claim that its 'mother' reached the unpleasant portion of the life cycle. Or was it the most pleasant portion? Sorrel smirked while attempting to guide the artificial human towards the offered table. It was partially because he remembered his appetite, but mostly because the maître d' seemed to grow impatient with their disruption.
"Now, now. Let's go on over to mommy since she so kindly held the table for us!" With a nervous laugh and a not-so-award-winning grin, Sorrel attempted to grasp the machine's hand as though he was familiar with it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2016 23:18:30 GMT
"Please... Sit down... I'm going to digest my food real quick and then we can talk." Denim offered patting a chair next to her for the silver haired lass to claim. She'd look to the man with black eyes and spiky black hair and noted he was slightly taller then her and far more bulky then she could ever be. If the three sat together she realized they might actually get mistaken for a really family, especially how the man now talked to the confused girl.
She let out a light chuckle and raised her energy ever so slightly to help digest her food. The olive green aura that temporarily engulfed her form caused her belly to shrink ever so slightly and dissolve her food, but when she lowered this energy again a second later it returned to its natural girth. She hadn't ever done this before but decided to try it now to see if she could better control her energy and increase it incrementally beyond what a normal woman in her state might have. This way when the actual time to give birth came to her she could have fewer problems with it. The energy had felt warm and pleasant and by letting it move through her body she could sense her growing child's power. A measly 5 PL but far stronger then a regular human could hope to attain even in adulthood. The shifting energy though caused a loud "Gurgle!" to erupt from her tummy.
She'd then slap her hand on the table and cry, "Hey waiter! I want some sesame chicken please! I'm still a bit hungry! Order some stuff for the people next to me to, well, not the girl cause she said she's not hungry!" In truth Denim had a strong feeling the girl might be a robot based on her words yet wasn't about to come out and directly say it she wasn't certain if the crowd here took too kindly to them or not.
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7
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Post by 7 on Sept 1, 2016 21:57:44 GMT
There was nothing to suggest that the saiyan was related to her former biomass, yet his proclamation deemed otherwise. 7 couldn't rely on his words though as they ran several scans of the other being and compared them to their own stored sample data. No, they were not related at all. Nor was 7 related to the woman they now sat across. Organics were so odd in their whims and ways, but that just came to faulty coding if 7 was failing to predict their patterns...surely...
Regardless, the android sat as pristine as a porcelain doll, eyes focusing on the bump Denim had before letting her neck mechanisms rotate her head to a better angle. One where they might observe both these organic beings as they managed to string together an appropriate conversation piece. "I believe your data is incorrect. There are no relatives of mine on record and this female organism is showing up as a younger counterpart according to my surface scans. There is a chance that carbon dating may aid me in a more accurate result if she would allow me to incinerate a sample of her flesh."
Once again turning to the hybrid, there was a robotic whir as they blinked, being certain to log his facial features as they searched local databases to see if he matched anything. "I require a segment of your biomass for carbon dating, please remove a segment of your skin when possible."
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Sorrel
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Post by Sorrel on Sept 9, 2016 0:46:16 GMT
As Sorrel's eyes came upon the pale-haired woman, he naturally defaulted to his common reaction of "Not bad." However, it did not take long for his head to tilt in confusion. He was usually very observant of his surroundings, so the fact that he missed such a detail was mildly troubling. Sorrel took his seat, leaving enough space for the mechanical one to sit next to him, but he couldn't help but fold his hands in front of his face to mask his expression.
"I suddenly feel a little bad for dining at your expense. Especially when, y'know, you're very pregnant." While Saiyans weren't exactly raised to respect the maternal role, Sorrel did hold an appreciation for it. He also understood it was somewhat significant to Earthlings, even though that significance seemed to vary with circumstance. His head tilted as the familiar, monotonous voice addressed him once more and Sorrel found his tilted head rotating from Denim to 7. He must have seemed slightly mechanical with such a gesture.
"No-- Wait-- Look, let's just calm down," he sorted frantically, wondering what combination of wording would stop the machine's investigation.
"Wait, incinerate my skin? Can't you just take my hair? Wait-- Nevermind that, I was just improvising! We're about as related as an Arcosian and a Namek."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 4:22:22 GMT
Denim slapped her forehead at the robot's monotonous relation comments and the Saiyan's jumpy attitude on how this was being tested. "Ugh... If I were related to him that'd certainly be a surprise, however, I'm definitely not young, even though that's very sweet to say." She stated now smiling at the robot girl. She did not yet say anything back to the Saiyann about the dining expenses or her pregnancy.
She added as the girl examined the male Saiyan's facial features. "Hair might not work it doesn't contain the full DNA samples she wants. I think if you own your mouth and suggest she take your spit; then she might be agreeable. Sadly, I can't say whether or not she'll take your tongue too, especially from a man who thinks dining at my expense is a problem. Look, I eat for two or have been since recently."
Denim would then pat her belly and spun in her chair impatiently waiting for the food she'd ordered earlier. If it didn't seem like either of the two people with her were going to eat it she knew she always had room in her growing stomach to consume almost anything. At this point she pondered briefly to herself, "I truly wonder if my body's nurturing one of his kind it'd be kind of crazy but not far from the truth that I've consumed more then my fair share of calories then ever before."
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Queen Habana
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