His user's sorry, and Rinzler barely makes it past those words, past the twisting, awful snarl of mismatch that follows. He's sorry, but he shouldn't be, that's wrong. He's sorry, but he's lying. Alan-one is a user and Rinzler is a tool, made to be taken apart and built back to new standards. Rinzler is abandonware, left behind and unwanted, and Alan-one is the only programmer who'd cared enough to pick him up and claim him.
("Make you perfect.")
He didn't (doesn't) want that, but that's his error. His glitch. Rinzler loathes it; Rinzler wants to run. Rinzler should be grateful. There's no reason for his [programmer] to hold regret for correcting any fault. But his noise is stuttering in harsh, broken gasps, circuits shivering with nausea. The helmet lowers, but it's not a nod. Spine curved, mask bowed, apology/submission—but he can't stop his fists from curling or his weight from edging back, and he needs to stop, he needs to get away.
He'd tried (so much, so hard) but he'd failed. He still wants the words to be real, and that hurts more than anything.]
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His user's sorry, and Rinzler barely makes it past those words, past the twisting, awful snarl of mismatch that follows. He's sorry, but he shouldn't be, that's wrong. He's sorry, but he's lying. Alan-one is a user and Rinzler is a tool, made to be taken apart and built back to new standards. Rinzler is abandonware, left behind and unwanted, and Alan-one is the only programmer who'd cared enough to pick him up and claim him.
("Make you perfect.")
He didn't (doesn't) want that, but that's his error. His glitch. Rinzler loathes it; Rinzler wants to run. Rinzler should be grateful. There's no reason for his [programmer] to hold regret for correcting any fault. But his noise is stuttering in harsh, broken gasps, circuits shivering with nausea. The helmet lowers, but it's not a nod. Spine curved, mask bowed, apology/submission—but he can't stop his fists from curling or his weight from edging back, and he needs to stop, he needs to get away.
He'd tried (so much, so hard) but he'd failed. He still wants the words to be real, and that hurts more than anything.]