Who: PEOPLE (specific starters and OTA) When: Oct 15th-20th Where: The Patrick Moira What: A big bad catch-all for pre-event and beyond Warnings: Update if needed
"I guess not," Ratchet replies, with a heavy dose of uncertainty. He might not be able to quite define a robot in a satisfactory and politically correct way, but she definitely wasn't one. He stares at the gemstone in her forehead that she'd pointed at, silent for a long moment.
"I'm a Gem," she corrects, tone briefly stern. Which might sound like semantics, but hopefully he picks up on the fact that that's the actual proper name for her race. "A Peridot, to be more precise. There are other types, of course... Quartzes, Pearls..." Peridot makes a vague gesture as if to say 'the list goes on,' and then snorts, like she's laughing at a joke she just made. "I mean Pearls don't really count, but, just for the sake of example..."
"A gem," Ratchet repeats the word back to her slowly. It did seem like semantics to him, but if that was what she preferred, then that was fine. "So, you're a Peridot. And your...name is Peridot." He gives her a very serious look. "What do you do if there's like, a bunch of Peridots in one room?"
"Well, that just wouldn't happen," she explains, matter-of-factly, and with just a touch of impatience underlying her tone. "We're all divvied up and assigned to certain jobs right from the moment we emerge; it wouldn't make sense to just, cram all the engineers into one spot." Peridot allows herself a chuckle at the thought. "That would be idiotic, and, not to mention, inefficient."
"Alright that makes sense. Sort of." He can't help but raise his eyebrows at the bit about divvying people up, although he keeps his questions about it to himself. There were some things you just didn't ask. There are still a thousand other questions running through his head. Even though Polaris was diverse, and Ratchet was used to a wide variety of people and species, beings that weren't even made out of matter were definitely not common.
"So...what's it like being made of...what did you say? Light? Can you, you know, touch and feel things? Can you get hurt?" He looks at the fruit still in his hand, almost forgotten. "You don't need to eat, but can you?"
Of course she can feel things, Ratchet. She has touch stumps, remember?
She opens her mouth a few times, like a fish out of water, a little overwhelmed by all of those questions coming at her at once and the need she feels to answer every single one. She looks pretty irritated by the time he's finished talking.
"I mean, could, if I wanted to waste time and effort morphing a digestive tract," Peridot scoffs with a dismissive gesture of one hand, "but why would I want to subject myself to that? I enjoy not having to consume and expel waste three times a day, thanks. Especially after seeing the time and energy you organics have to expend on everything to do with it."
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"So you're....a rock."
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It's a really important question.
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"So...what's it like being made of...what did you say? Light? Can you, you know, touch and feel things? Can you get hurt?" He looks at the fruit still in his hand, almost forgotten. "You don't need to eat, but can you?"
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She opens her mouth a few times, like a fish out of water, a little overwhelmed by all of those questions coming at her at once and the need she feels to answer every single one. She looks pretty irritated by the time he's finished talking.
"I mean, could, if I wanted to waste time and effort morphing a digestive tract," Peridot scoffs with a dismissive gesture of one hand, "but why would I want to subject myself to that? I enjoy not having to consume and expel waste three times a day, thanks. Especially after seeing the time and energy you organics have to expend on everything to do with it."