01-04-2018, 04:07 AM
★★★ So, his crazy assailant had been calmed by a couple of other animals, approaching to either come to his aid or give him more to be afraid of-- which of these was correct, well, Prey wasn't too sure. He looked with wild eyes between the others as they approached, all shouting different things.
Prey winced as a heavy hoof moved to his neck, believing that this would indeed be the end, if she could break off a metal head from its body. The first cat that seemed to stick up for him was Ross. His words, however kind, only seemed to annoy the hoofed animal even more. She started uttering odd words about his creator, recording devices, and so on. "Miss, I've been estranged from m-my creator for years. You're way too paranoid. C-can't you see that I was j-just hungry?" He murmured softly, almost carrying more emotion than a living creature. Ah, but thus was written in his programming.
Revolutionarywar spoke next, and to his dismay it seemed the male wasn't on anybody's side but instead just hated everybody. That wasn't helpful. Frowning, he looked next toward Quietus. He seemed to be a well-respected person around here (which Prey was slowly beginning to realize was a much more organized group than he had first imagined), and thus the robotic being was glad the male was sticking up for him. At least, to some degree.
Though, being called a 'thing' so many times was disheartening. It stuck with him. Of course he knew he was a machine, but his emotions were not mechanical. Programmed, maybe, but they manifested as real emotions. "Sir, I'm n-not just some... machine. I have a name. P-prey..." The name hung in the air. He always hated saying his name, but it was better than P-666158.
A prisoner, huh? That was his fate? He hoped, somewhere deep down, that Seija would return to his cell at some point to finish him off, maybe in the dead of night. From the sound of it, not too many people here would be upset if he was dismantled. Solitude was going to drive him insane. "I do apologize! Oh, very much so. I hadn't know I was going t-to cause a problem." The malfunctioning android spoke quickly, issuing his formal apology just like they had said. So it seemed he'd be spared yet again. There was always some part of him that felt somewhat relieved when this happened, but there was the constant reminder that his faulty programming would never allow him to live a comfortable life like everybody else.
He felt a weight had been lifted when Seija removed one hoof, believing that he was being freed and thus struggling against the remaining hoof. Well, he was still stuck here. Great. Wasn't she ever going to let him stand up again and at least press some of the stray wires back down against his fur?
Prey winced as a heavy hoof moved to his neck, believing that this would indeed be the end, if she could break off a metal head from its body. The first cat that seemed to stick up for him was Ross. His words, however kind, only seemed to annoy the hoofed animal even more. She started uttering odd words about his creator, recording devices, and so on. "Miss, I've been estranged from m-my creator for years. You're way too paranoid. C-can't you see that I was j-just hungry?" He murmured softly, almost carrying more emotion than a living creature. Ah, but thus was written in his programming.
Revolutionarywar spoke next, and to his dismay it seemed the male wasn't on anybody's side but instead just hated everybody. That wasn't helpful. Frowning, he looked next toward Quietus. He seemed to be a well-respected person around here (which Prey was slowly beginning to realize was a much more organized group than he had first imagined), and thus the robotic being was glad the male was sticking up for him. At least, to some degree.
Though, being called a 'thing' so many times was disheartening. It stuck with him. Of course he knew he was a machine, but his emotions were not mechanical. Programmed, maybe, but they manifested as real emotions. "Sir, I'm n-not just some... machine. I have a name. P-prey..." The name hung in the air. He always hated saying his name, but it was better than P-666158.
A prisoner, huh? That was his fate? He hoped, somewhere deep down, that Seija would return to his cell at some point to finish him off, maybe in the dead of night. From the sound of it, not too many people here would be upset if he was dismantled. Solitude was going to drive him insane. "I do apologize! Oh, very much so. I hadn't know I was going t-to cause a problem." The malfunctioning android spoke quickly, issuing his formal apology just like they had said. So it seemed he'd be spared yet again. There was always some part of him that felt somewhat relieved when this happened, but there was the constant reminder that his faulty programming would never allow him to live a comfortable life like everybody else.
He felt a weight had been lifted when Seija removed one hoof, believing that he was being freed and thus struggling against the remaining hoof. Well, he was still stuck here. Great. Wasn't she ever going to let him stand up again and at least press some of the stray wires back down against his fur?
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