wickedchouette | (no subject)

Then I will stay in this outfit.

Goodnight, Mr. Solomons.

Good night.

[And he'll head off into the bedroom, where he'll stay until seven the next morning. It'll be longer than that before he interacts with the bot next, though; when he first wakes, he plods blearily into the bathroom without a word, seemingly forgetting that he's no longer alone in the house.]

[ He'll likely forget for a while longer, since the bot heads out at an unholy hour. It leaves the kitten behind, so at least Alfie will see Gwen snoozing on top of the fridge when he heads to the kitchen.

The bot comes back a few hours after Alfie wakes up, and very carefully brings a bunch of bags to the kitchen, placing them on the counter before starting to put things away. It seems quiet and maybe a little meek, a little stiff. ]

[By then, Alfie's working at his desk again - he doesn't have to go into the office everyday, not when he owns the place and can delegate.]

What did you buy?

[He asks, not looking up just yet. He'd left it about a hundred quid, so it should have been able to get anything it wanted.]

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Fresh ingredients for several dishes, as well as supplies that several peer-reviewed sources have suggested are suitable for growing kittens. [ The bot says, putting away various bags of vegetables and perishable goods. ]

I made sure to find kosher foods.

Thank you.

[He stands, coming over to take a look.]

You got a litterbox as well?

I did. [ It's at the bottom of one of the big bags. As Alfie gets closer, he'll notice the bot's movements are a bit stilted - especially in its arm, near the wrist. There's nothing visible, but then again, the bot is wearing long sleeves.

The sleeves are kind of dusty around the elbows. In fact, this close up, the bot is weirdly muddy in spots, though not enough to track through the house. ]

Did you fall?

[Alfie asks, giving the bot a curious glance before peering into the shopping bags.]

I thought you were meant to have impeccable balance and all.

I do, normally. [ It says. Alfie finds a whole shopping bag full of cheap cat toys, cat food, and a collar with a tag that says Gwenhwyfar. ] I was pushed.

[Alfie looks up before he's barely gotten into it, frowning slightly.]

Pushed? Why?

I opened a door for a man on the way into the pet store, and he found that unacceptable. [ The bot says, quietly. ] He did not do much permanent damage. Nothing that can't be fixed with a thin layer of superglue.

Not having done much permanent damage isn't the same as having done none. I could take him to court, you know.

[Property damage.]

[ It glances at Alfie. ] If you'd like to, you can. His image is stored in my memory and I can easily find out who he is.

I'm not gonna bring the law into it; not really.

[But that doesn't mean he won't take care of things himself.]

Tell me what he's damaged.

[ It pulls back its sleeve to show Alfie. It doesn't look like anything is wrong at first until it makes the fleshy-toned skin slowly recede. There's a crack at the wrist, like someone aimed a heavy punch or hit with an object and the bot caught it with the side of its arm rather than its face.

The android frowns a little. ] This may be covered under warranty, seeing as I'm new. You can report broken property to Good Life and they can send replacements or fixes.

And can you install them yourself?

[Gwen jumps down from the fridge to come over and investigate, but Alfie shoos her away with a quiet Go on, Penny. Not knowing that Royce had already named her, he'd taken things into his own hands.]

[ A deeper frown. ]

Yes. Her name is Gwen. [ Excuse. Alfie said it could name her. Huff. ]

Yeah?

[Alfie looks surprised.]

I thought you weren't gonna give her a name.

I changed my mind. [ It says stubbornly. ] She's free to do as she wants, but I need something to call her, so her name while she is here is Gwen.

I don't think she's got plans to go anywhere.

[Alfie says, looking significantly down at her. She's winding her way through the bot's legs, bumping her head against his shins.]

[ It looks down at her with a softer sort of expression. ]

She's not a prisoner. That's all.

Not like you?

[It's not a challenging question - or at least, it's not meant to be.]

[ A beat. ]

I am not a prisoner. Prisoner means being kept against your will. I don't have free will. I am a belonging.

Well. Should you ever find yourself with enough sentience to want to go--

[Alfie nods at the flat's front door.]

[ It stares at Alfie for a long moment. The LED blinks yellow for that length of time, and then, finally, it goes back to blue. ]

Hm. [ Is all it says, before going back to unloading groceries. It's almost... offended? Is that what this is? It isn't sure. It can't be. ]

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