It's an added bonus. It might be what they first notice, after all. People fall in love with the small things. The eyes, maybe. How they talk, the hand gestures. All sorts of things.
I don't think the manner of birth is what matters. Not after all I've seen. Heck, I've seen a robot become a better human than most humans. I think there's...I dunno, a spark, at a certain point, no matter what.
Glad to help. We've all gone through the existential stuff. But it's fairly straightforward to me...anybody who talks, like you do, about...flowers and feelings?
Whatever you like. I kind of want you comfy, after all. Speaking of which...
[She got down on the floor a swell, swiveling onto her back and laying so her head was on Lauri's leg. She adjusted slightly, nodding, reaching out for a book.]
[She makes a pleased sound at that, reaching out for the books.]
Mmm. I chose my pillow well. And - oh.
[A small, yellowed piece of paper falls out of one of the books, which she unfolds, and laughs.]
Oh, gosh, it's a Keats poem - I copied it by hand, can you believe it?
[She sighs, then starts to read.]
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores; Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors - No - yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever - or else swoon to death.
[She pauses, a satisfied noise in her throat.]
Appropriate to tonight that he starts by talking about another planet.
You are just so smooth and complimentary, you're going to keep me blushing all night. But let's get going.
[And she'll start to read from the Morte D'Arthur, choosing the tale of a knight who disguised himself as a stableboy to win back his honor and, ultimately, the hand of a fair and virtuous lady.]
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It's an added bonus. It might be what they first notice, after all. People fall in love with the small things. The eyes, maybe. How they talk, the hand gestures. All sorts of things.
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I'm told my eyes are plain. They are too close to my skin color.
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Plain my New Yorker butt - they're...you. So striking on the surface, hidden depths beneath.
[She nods, satisfied with that way of putting it.]
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I thank you. Kree, we do not have as much variation as humans do. But I suppose being so different makes me noticable.
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[She put her current food aside, finally full.]
Good souls shine through.
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I have wondered over this matter. I do not suppose tonight is a good night for philosophy thought.
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Maybe, but we're going to be reading ancient romantic epics after, so I think there's no rule book for tonight.
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Do I even have a soul? It is a silly question I understand. But I was not born the way others are.
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Yes.
I don't think the manner of birth is what matters. Not after all I've seen. Heck, I've seen a robot become a better human than most humans. I think there's...I dunno, a spark, at a certain point, no matter what.
[She smiles.]
And I think asking is a big sign that you do.
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I thank you. You... You have made me feel better.
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Glad to help. We've all gone through the existential stuff. But it's fairly straightforward to me...anybody who talks, like you do, about...flowers and feelings?
That's a lot of soul.
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I am glad to have a soul then.
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You do know if anybody says otherwise, I'm gonna sting 'em til they see me in their nightmares.
[She smiles at that.]
Any other deep, personal questions you want any help with?
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[Lauri-Ell just smiles.]
Poetry time.
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[She cups her hands, calling gently]
Jarvis! Kitchen bots, please!
[And, in short order, a series of drones stream their way in, picking up the various pieces of the meal, flying off one by one until they're done.]
I love those things. Thank you, Jarvis!
[She stands up, lifting one leg then the other to take off her heels, putting them aside.]
Ok, let's get comfortable.
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LIke this?
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Whatever you like. I kind of want you comfy, after all. Speaking of which...
[She got down on the floor a swell, swiveling onto her back and laying so her head was on Lauri's leg. She adjusted slightly, nodding, reaching out for a book.]
There we go. Where do you want me to start?
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This will suffice. I do not care where you start. Just read?
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Mmm. I chose my pillow well. And - oh.
[A small, yellowed piece of paper falls out of one of the books, which she unfolds, and laughs.]
Oh, gosh, it's a Keats poem - I copied it by hand, can you believe it?
[She sighs, then starts to read.]
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores;
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors -
No - yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever - or else swoon to death.
[She pauses, a satisfied noise in her throat.]
Appropriate to tonight that he starts by talking about another planet.
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I did not know language could be used in such a way. It's so beautiful.
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And it's just one of them. I've heard poetry in languages I don't speak, but the rhythms and sound are...something.
[She hefted one of the books.]
So, ready for a classic Earth tale?
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Yes. I would like that very much. Your voice is very soothing
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You are just so smooth and complimentary, you're going to keep me blushing all night. But let's get going.
[And she'll start to read from the Morte D'Arthur, choosing the tale of a knight who disguised himself as a stableboy to win back his honor and, ultimately, the hand of a fair and virtuous lady.]
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[But she absolutely hangs on every world from Morte D'Arthur.]
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I still love this stuff.
[She turned her head to look at Lauri.]
How you feelin'?
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