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⟨⟪ 𝓚 ⟫⟩ ❞ ; does he think that an android capable of
calculating the sum of a large prime
number is simpleminded?
No, of course not.
But declining an offer to be patched up can
be labeled as foolhardy, and Kowalski will admit
a waste of an opportunity to examine the inner
workings of his twin, not that he would be one
to push, or EXECUTE a task without the other’s
consent. It was clear that these bio-mechanical
duplicates were very aware, despite their lack of
emotion earlier.
Perhaps it was part of the
seemingly obvious state of
M A L F U N C T I O N,
but he can only continue to
make such assumptions.
Kowalski swallowed, noting the malicious mien
of his mirror-copy, and he can’t help but cringe
as it shifts into a combat stance ; crimson orbs
piercing through the shadow filled sewers. He
hears a gentle plop of water hit a puddle, and
Kowalski imagines the liquid ripple as the tone
of his voice emits from the mech.
He yields, as if he hadn’t already but to
drops his flippers to prove he is not all
hostile.
”You know, you’re right.
You’re right to doubt my ability in repairing
you because you’re absolutely right.
You’re faster, you’re stronger, you’re better
and you’re definitely smarter than my own
brain will ever be, but you’re still a machine,
albeit an aware one but you can’t repair
the damage on your own. You need help,
and I have it.
Let me fix you.”
he is sure that there must be some kind of MISTAKE,
last time he checked they were ENEMIES, antagonists
of one another ( and yet, here his source is offering him
help -- belittling himself for a purpose the android has
yet to discover ).
the sparks do not cease, and his head
twitches somewhat, an involuntary
movement.
as kowalski lowers his flippers, the android hesitates,
before he steps out of his own stance ( only partially ),
but he is still very WARY and very BITTER. crimson
lights shift up & down, examining the movements of
his look alike. he's searching for signs of falsehood,
signs of scheming and lying and preparations for a
kind, any kind, of backstabbing.
his system does not understand the altruism,
the kindness being offered ( he will not call it
kindness ), & he stares. calculates. normally,
being said to be better than the real form is
something he would gloat over, but now --
no.
he thinks that this 'real' him, the dirty and filthy version
of him, is only saying those things ( despite their truth )
so that he could place the android in a P O I N T of
weakness.
'why do you want to help me?
i tried to kill you, why are you
trying to HELP me?
why ͍͉͉̠͓̣͐͗͗̅ą̖̰͌͑ͫ̆̍͑r̞̣̿̾ę̬ͨ͛̓͒ͨ ͍̖̗͉̭̊ͅyou ̥̦̯͇̜̿̄̽ͬ̀͑trying to h̒̔e̟̟̳̜̱͆ͨ͆̓ͨ͛ͪl͚̙̪̬̭͔͛̊ͣͧ͌̈p̍ͣͪ̒̏͏̠͇̼ ̜̬̏̑̆̏ͅme?
w̭̫̯͗ͮ̒ͣha͍̗͟t do ̰̹̜̩you ̀̈ͪ̔t̤͉̹̤͚̿ͪ̈́̃̆͌ͤ͟h̯͖̔̈́͆ͯͤȉ͈̼̖̈̇̉͆ͅnk
̺̹͠ŷ̲̝̠̣̹͜o̶̠ǘ̢́ͣ́'̭̬̝͙̣͗͐̅̐̽͌l̪̹̱̻̞̪̇̎l͔̜̬̠̤͇̜͟ ̙͖͑ͦ̉͛̽̄̚ğ̨̬̃͐̓̇ͤ̈́a̟̭͉͐ͬ̄i̲̻͖̯̬̣ͩͭ̋ͨnͤͥ̓ͮͫͨ́?'
and his voice begins to scratch, his voice begins to
tear and fill with static ( just accept the help you
idiot! ) -- the hostility does not fade.
& he thinks he understands now,
( he's better ) & that penguin wants
to know how, why, and he wants to
use this knowledge for himself, does
he not?
'I҉̀͏'͝M ́͝͡NO͠T̢͟ ̨̛A̷̕͜ ̡͠S͘͟P̴͢͝E͜Ć͝͞I͝͝M̢͟͠E̢N̶͘͠
F̧͠O͝R ͜͠ỲO͘͠U͡͞ TÓ̸ ̢ S͜͞͠T͠U̴D̢̢͢Y̢҉'
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⟨⟪ 𝓚 ⟫⟩ ❞ ; an alarmed gasp becomes a near squawk as
he drops all equipment and reaches for his
beak, forcing it shut. It was him.
No, no, it was the android that looked like him,
spoke like him, and did everything else better
than him, but the condition it was in disturbed
him more than it should’ve.
Damaged robotics never bothered him,
or so he thought until this happened.
The invention of bio-mechanical dupes
was in fact, innovative in a sense that it
could be used for good, as to preserve
animals not use them, and the
uncanny resemblance made him queasy.
He can only assume that he —- it had survived
the pummelling it had received and chose to
run off, perhaps in hopes of recovering and
retiring to plot but whatever happened to it
after the fight, he did not want to think about.
He tried not to stare at the damaged cranium
too much for his own sake, and the breakfast
he ate earlier, but he did take into consideration
its request, and that it wasn’t just a mere program
following orders, but it did actually have some sort
of sentient of its own.
Kowalski felt inclined to help. “But I can fix you.”
there is a bitter look on what remains of his face,
a lack of 'skin' on h a l f of it doesn't make him
look any better. red lights ( eyes ) stay focused on
his doppelganger, & he stands in silence ( save for
the cackling of sparks ) as he tries to process the
true nature behind that statement.
& what remains of his eyes narrow into thin lines,
and his once relatively neutral'd expression forms
into one of a sort of hatred. he didn't realize that
animals could stoop so low as to mock him even
in his current state.
a sneer mars his features ( at least what's still there ),
and he balls up the tips of his flippers -- he refuses
to accept a so called help from his enemy, he refuses
to let himself fall victim to such horrid MOCKERY.
a vicious expression settles onto his face,
and the android shifts his stance into one
preparing to fight. he knows he won't
survive this, but he will not go down with
a fight -- he will not accept such insult at
his pride ( dignity. existence. )
'you think i'm that stupid?
you underestimate me, dirty bird.
i won't fall for your faked sympathy.'
his voice rings static as he speaks,
if there is an android form of pain,
he is experiencing the WORST of it.
'& BESIDES, i doubt you can.'
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& he ignores the sparks coming of the side of
his head, continuing forward in a seemingly
aimless direction. well, aimless until he catches
sight of a mirrored image, and his systems
scream e r r o r at him for what seems like
eternity, before they register this look alike
as the base code for his existence. a natural
enemy. so despite his evident glitchings, he
tries his best to appear threatening.
' back off. '
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