forum Metal Mind, Plastic Heart

Started May 26, 2020 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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Marrior shrugged, metal joints creaking. "I used to go by Marrior." He laughed bitterly. "Key word used." It was strange, being spoken to as if he were a friend. He had never been allowed to talk to someone like that before. Ever.

Sebastian nodded, a look of sympathy on his face. Marrior must have gone through so much.
"Would you like to be able to go by Marrior again?" He asked gently. He sat down in one of the chairs in the room, motioning to one of the others. He was offering Marrior a seat.

"Yeah, that works. Thank you," he said, blinking. Although he didn't need to blink, his body, built to look like a human, had eyelids. He stared at the chair for a long moment. "A-are you sure?" He asked. "I'm a robot, not a person."

"I know," Sebastian explained gently. He seemed to be going out of his way to be kind to Marrior. Or maybe that was just how this man was. "But your mind is still human. You can think, reason, feel. I'm not just going to treat you like a hunk of metal."

Marrior gave a bitter laugh, but sat down. "Tell that to everyone else. I am just a hunk of metal with a human brain. Not that I ever use it, of course."

Sebastian and Marrior were sitting across from each other now, not too far away from the other.
"Well, you won't be treated like that here. No one is." Sebastian crossed his legs, putting his head on his hand. He seemed relaxed, and unbothered by how Marrior was speaking to him. Most wouldn't have allowed it, but Sebastian saw it as a good sign.

"If you say so." Marrior tilted his head slightly. "Are you sure that I'm not going to be? Because I deserve it, you know. I'm okay with it, really. It's what I'm used to."

"I'm sure." Sebastian to on his sympathetic look again. Marrior shouldn't have to be used to it. People were too cruel.
"Do you know what you're here to do?"

"To work for you," Marrior said with a shrug. "To protect you, to help you do stuff, whatever." Although, in a tiny corner of his mind, he hoped it was otherwise. This guy seemed… different. Better, almost.

"Well, not quite," Sebastian said. "All I really ask you to do is come with me when I leave the house. The only time you'll ever have to do things around the house is when other people are visiting." Sebastian's voice took on a bitter tone. "Appearances are everything, after all."

(Sorry, I haven't been on for long periods of time the few times I've gone on this week.)

"That's true," Marrior muttered. "After all, if anyone found out you'll be treating me nice, you might end up the same way I am." He gave a bitter smile.

(that's okay! I understand)

Sebastian nodded a little. Unfortunately, Marrior some the truth. And if that happened, everyone else in the house…
"I don't want that to happen. There are too many here who wouldn't… Wouldn't be able to handle being treated like mindless machines. I…" Sebastian sighed a little.
"I don't want anyone to get wiped because of me."

(It sucks XD)

"Well, if I get wiped out, I wouldn't be worried so much anymore," Marrior said, shrugging slightly. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. Thank you." He gave a rueful grin.
"At least we aren't monitered."

Sebastian nodded.
"You'll find that a lot of people here think of this more of a community than anything." People. It was coming knowledge that no one actually hired people anymore. He must be referring to the other robots. "I actually help with the work around the house."

"People still do that now?" Marrior shook his head, and would have reddened at his direct question if he could have. "Sorry. I just - I didn't think that people still cleaned by themselves."

"It's alright, I understand," Sebastian said, waving the question away. "I think I might be the only one who still does, anyway." Sebastian was relaxed as he spoke to Marrior, as if they were just two friends chatting about the weather.
"It just doesn't feel right to push the work off on others when I'm the one making the mess."

"But you could be doing much better things than just cleaning!" Marrior said. He couldn't believe that he was actually arguing with his new master about not cleaning, about leaving the job to him. If Sebastian had turned out to be different, he most certainly wouldn't have had the courage to do so.

"Cleaning isn't the only thing I do," Sebastian said. "I'm more than happy to help the others with it." Sebastian was staying calm, happy almost. He was enjoying this conversation with Marrior.
"There's no need to trouble yourself. I and the maids can handle it."

(Sowwy…😬 )

"You… have maids, too?" Marrior tilted his head, and looked confused. "Why? Why did you buy me then?"
"I-if you say so." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, although he couldn't feel it. It was more out of habit than anything else.

(it's alright!)

"Because you're not a maid," Sebastian said. "You're a body guard. I'm not going to ask you to clean up my messes. It's alright." Sebastian watched Marrior a moment. He was tempted to tell Marrior about the other reason Sebastian had bought him, but he could wait. It might be too much for Marrior at this point.
"Is there anything else you want to know about living here?"

(Thanks!)

"Fair enough." Marrior shrugged. "Not really. Except… what do you want me to do? If I won't be cleaning, do you just want me to watch you, or what?"

"You'll just have to come with me when I go out in public, and stick by my side when I have company. Other than that, you'll just have free time to do as you please." Sebastian stood now, moving to the door.
"If you want, I'll take you to your room."

"I have a room?" It was a little bit sad that Marrior was still surprised about all of this, but not that surprising. "T-thank you!"