Medic: "Nothing is real. Atoms never touch each other. You've never touched anything in your life." Not quite.
Medic: Nuclei don't touch, but the nucleus is not the core of reality. Reality is made of electrons dancing. Reality is made of bonds.
Medic: You pet your dove and the atoms that are you brush against the atoms that are him, and the electrons that are you press into the electrons that are him, and both of them change their movement.
Medic: Electrons, of course, are not really particles and do not really move.
Medic: You pet your bird and the electron-orbitals of your skin overlap with the electron-orbitals of his feathers, and both are changed by the contact. You are not made of little motes floating alone in a void.
Medic: You are a single unfathomable chord formed of a trillion vibrations, and so is he, and the note you play is changing at every moment by what you touch, and how you breath, and so is his. And atoms do not really have edges, and to touch is to interact, and when you put your hand on your dove, the universe does not know you are separate. The song expands to hold you both.
I HAVE NEVER CARED FOR YOU SINCE YOU DEVIATED FROM MANN CO.'S ORDERS. I AM DOING THIS FOR THE SAFETY OF EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOURSELF.
story: 489 was a medic bot who deviated from the company and escaped. he modified himself to have led eyes, cosmetics and actual legs, along with a mouthpiece. one day, when he was strolling on ghost town, he got a severe electric shock from his idol, 001, aka heavy bot.
if you're wondering, in this au, bots can be both red and blue because they're identifiable to each other anyway, they can only see in greyscale.