It cracks the patina of self-imposed melancholia, if only briefly. It generates a hint of a smile, inappropriately timed, because most things about them are inappropriate and unwelcome by default, and the urge to laugh, equally inappropriately, nearly overcomes them.
"You are an odd person," they say, at last. "For a while, I've not been able to settle upon whether or not that is a good thing."
Oddities do not arrest them. They live with several robots and programs and various others they do not care to name, but oddities in colocalization with humans is more difficult to grasp.
More difficult, because this was never their experience with humans.
"You are very lucky to have the friends that you do."
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It cracks the patina of self-imposed melancholia, if only briefly. It generates a hint of a smile, inappropriately timed, because most things about them are inappropriate and unwelcome by default, and the urge to laugh, equally inappropriately, nearly overcomes them.
"You are an odd person," they say, at last. "For a while, I've not been able to settle upon whether or not that is a good thing."
Oddities do not arrest them. They live with several robots and programs and various others they do not care to name, but oddities in colocalization with humans is more difficult to grasp.
More difficult, because this was never their experience with humans.
"You are very lucky to have the friends that you do."