Boom! This sounds like fun, do it up!
is there a process for this, or do I just get something random?
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Leaving 20 September until 30 October. Going to be a shitty time in the field. Probably going to be a week after that before I even think about writing again.
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Going on exercise as of 19 September. Not sure if I am going for 3 or 6 weeks...
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Vacation time! Will try to keep posting, but can't guarantee anything, please be patient.
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RIP in peace, Bauble. We barely knew ye...
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I have no fucking clue what the fuck is going on.
Posting speed and availability is subject to change without notice, and I won't have internet when my vacation ends, which is tomorrow...
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Course is over! Whoop! Whoop!
I have no fucking clue what the fuck is going on.
Posting speed and availability is subject to change without notice, and I won't have internet when my vacation ends, which is tomorrow...
Thank you, have a nice day!
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(He's just confused. robots aren't supposed to be confusing.)
Jurgen went to work on the kitchen cleaning all the dishes he'd dirtied and then wiping down the surfaces he'd used. Once everything was clean and put away, he'd try the relaxing thing again, and this time he wouldn't stare at Eve. He was still scrubbing dishes when his robot mentioned the commercial he had missed. "I figured we might be able to sign you up for an 'also starring' spot." he suggested, "Then you could get some practice in before watching the big guys fight. We could earn some more cash, too." that was his main motivation for that. More money was always good. As much as they had, it wouldn't last forever.
He supposed he wouldn't make her fight, but the cyborg was pretty sure that taking advantage of every opportunity was probably the best way to do things, considering that a steady job was not exactly a thing in this industry. And then, suddenly, everything was done. He'd been considering such things so much that Jurgen had barely noticed all the work being done. And that wasn't too bad, at least he had something to focus on. And since the cleaning was done, he worked on getting Eve a spot in the pre-match fights. Not having any strings to pull would make things hard, but he was hoping something might work out. More fights could only be good for Eve, who needed to get recognized in the industry so that she could actually make some progress...
Jurgen went to work on the kitchen cleaning all the dishes he'd dirtied and then wiping down the surfaces he'd used. Once everything was clean and put away, he'd try the relaxing thing again, and this time he wouldn't stare at Eve. He was still scrubbing dishes when his robot mentioned the commercial he had missed. "I figured we might be able to sign you up for an 'also starring' spot." he suggested, "Then you could get some practice in before watching the big guys fight. We could earn some more cash, too." that was his main motivation for that. More money was always good. As much as they had, it wouldn't last forever.
He supposed he wouldn't make her fight, but the cyborg was pretty sure that taking advantage of every opportunity was probably the best way to do things, considering that a steady job was not exactly a thing in this industry. And then, suddenly, everything was done. He'd been considering such things so much that Jurgen had barely noticed all the work being done. And that wasn't too bad, at least he had something to focus on. And since the cleaning was done, he worked on getting Eve a spot in the pre-match fights. Not having any strings to pull would make things hard, but he was hoping something might work out. More fights could only be good for Eve, who needed to get recognized in the industry so that she could actually make some progress...
Jurgen had trouble watching the commercial. As much as he wanted to know the details, there were other details right next to him that were more appealing. And then he got noticed. He looked a little embarrassed, having been caught staring. But Eve seemed like she was going to be fairly reasonable about it all, offering him a peek and everything. She started to pull her shirt down for him to see, and then the android revealed that she was just teasing him, and promised that he was going to have to work for it if he wanted to see her naked. That left the cyborg feeling very disappointed. He sighed and went back to his sandwich, his hopes dashed brutally against the cruel shoals of a teasing robot. How did one convince a robot to get naked anyway? Could he treat her like a real person, or was this something different? Was it a robot thing, or was this part of her complex human programming?
In the end, he decided not to bother. Obviously if Eve was complex enough to tease him, she was complex enough to get offended if he tried something, and the last thing he needed was his robot getting mad at him. She was his only real source of income. Speaking of which, he hoped she had noted the details from that commercial. If he could get her an "also starring" slot at that title fight, they could make some money there, and that was always good. Right now he wasn't up to much, though, his brain stuck on the way Eve had just shut him down so completely. He finished his sandwich and then got up, deciding he didn't want another one. And since relaxing hadn't worked out the first time, he decided to clean up the kitchen while he tried to figure out what to do about Eve...
In the end, he decided not to bother. Obviously if Eve was complex enough to tease him, she was complex enough to get offended if he tried something, and the last thing he needed was his robot getting mad at him. She was his only real source of income. Speaking of which, he hoped she had noted the details from that commercial. If he could get her an "also starring" slot at that title fight, they could make some money there, and that was always good. Right now he wasn't up to much, though, his brain stuck on the way Eve had just shut him down so completely. He finished his sandwich and then got up, deciding he didn't want another one. And since relaxing hadn't worked out the first time, he decided to clean up the kitchen while he tried to figure out what to do about Eve...
((the best kind of surprise :) ))
Jurgen directed his android to a closet where she could hang her clothes up once they got home, and then he headed into the kitchen to make himself something to eat. he was looking forward to enjoying a nice meal on the couch, and maybe he'd watch a movie or something. That sounded good to him. He wasn't really paying attention as he worked away at getting himself some food, so it wasn't until Eve started talking that he realized what was going on. He looked over, about to say something, and then didn't. What could he say? She looked hot. Incredibly hot. His brain just about exploded as he realized this. Then he started wondering exactly how realistic she was. At least until he burned himself.
"Fuck! Goddamn, motherfucker. Son of a bitch." he declared vehemently, as he rushed to the sink to run his hand under cold water. That had hurt, a lot. Thankfully, it had snapped him out of that train of thought, and prevented his food from getting ruined. Burning himself was one thing, but wasting food was unacceptable. The cyborg pulled it together long enough to finish cooking, keeping anything else from getting burned. Then he did a quick clean-up, just enough to keep things from getting impossible to clean later, before grabbing his food and descending on the couch.
But now he was sitting right next to Eve. And while he knew it shouldn't be awkward, she was just a robot, he couldn't help but feel kind of weird. Mostly because she was a robot. Were androids supposed to be attractive? Did that even make sense? He tried to push those thoughts away, but he couldn't help himself, he was going to have to know sooner or later. He ate slowly, considering things, wondering how to even bring up a subject like that. She was a robot, so he should just be able to start talking, but she was realistic enough that he didn't know if she'd get offended or something. What if she got pissed off and attacked him? That left him confused and he did his best to just focus on his food. Once he had some energy, then he'd be able to focus on how to broach the subject with his automated companion...
Jurgen directed his android to a closet where she could hang her clothes up once they got home, and then he headed into the kitchen to make himself something to eat. he was looking forward to enjoying a nice meal on the couch, and maybe he'd watch a movie or something. That sounded good to him. He wasn't really paying attention as he worked away at getting himself some food, so it wasn't until Eve started talking that he realized what was going on. He looked over, about to say something, and then didn't. What could he say? She looked hot. Incredibly hot. His brain just about exploded as he realized this. Then he started wondering exactly how realistic she was. At least until he burned himself.
"Fuck! Goddamn, motherfucker. Son of a bitch." he declared vehemently, as he rushed to the sink to run his hand under cold water. That had hurt, a lot. Thankfully, it had snapped him out of that train of thought, and prevented his food from getting ruined. Burning himself was one thing, but wasting food was unacceptable. The cyborg pulled it together long enough to finish cooking, keeping anything else from getting burned. Then he did a quick clean-up, just enough to keep things from getting impossible to clean later, before grabbing his food and descending on the couch.
But now he was sitting right next to Eve. And while he knew it shouldn't be awkward, she was just a robot, he couldn't help but feel kind of weird. Mostly because she was a robot. Were androids supposed to be attractive? Did that even make sense? He tried to push those thoughts away, but he couldn't help himself, he was going to have to know sooner or later. He ate slowly, considering things, wondering how to even bring up a subject like that. She was a robot, so he should just be able to start talking, but she was realistic enough that he didn't know if she'd get offended or something. What if she got pissed off and attacked him? That left him confused and he did his best to just focus on his food. Once he had some energy, then he'd be able to focus on how to broach the subject with his automated companion...
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Here it is! Interesting to see what you think about it :)
whoops, forgot to check this thread... That's actually really cool. I like the way you did the shape thing. But could I bother you with a request? Could you change the shape of the thing so it looks like a chalice rather than an omega? Don't worry about it if it's too much work.
Jurgen nodded when Eve answered his question. She wanted to go look at stores, but she wasn't necessarily going to want to go into all of them. So they set off once more, hopefully for the last time that day. The cyborg led the way, as usual, and the pair made a relatively event-free trip to where they had just been. They passed a fight on the way, but that wasn't a big deal, people fought all the time. After ignoring them, the duo continued to their destination, reaching it in decent time, before settling into a pace more appropriate for shopping. They strolled by three places before finding the budget clothing store. Whether it was a like of the style, or a desire to curb Jurgen's expenses, Eve declared she wanted to go into this place.
That was fine by the cyborg, who hadn't been looking forward to getting his robot fashionable clothing at sky-rocketing prices. So they went inside, and Jurgen poked around a little. Eve went off to find herself some outfits, and thankfully she didn't take very long about it, either. It only took half an hour for the android to pick out three outfits, which seemed pretty good to the cyborg, who had heard awful tales of women shopping for days to find just one outfit. Half an hour seemed pretty good to him, then. Ten minutes per outfit was so far ahead of the pack, the man couldn't help but smile. "Sounds good to me." he said, having glanced at a couple of price tags. Nothing was terribly expensive. "Let's go pay for that, then. And I'll show you where you can buy cigarettes on our way back." he added, leading the way to the checkout.
As he had expected, the prices here were very reasonable, and Jurgen had no problem paying for anything. Then, handing Eve her bags of clothing, he led the way once again. The cyborg obviously wasn't used to so much leading, but he treated it just like walking someplace and it didn't seem too bad. And now they were off to their apartment to chill for a while. If there was one thing he was looking forward to, it was relaxing. Now that he had money, he could just relax. Not just yet, but very soon. Right now he had to pay attention so he could show Eve where to buy cigarettes. The cyborg pointed out a building, about half-way between the stores and their apartment. There were bars on the windows, and the door was obviously solid. "Right in there. They only sell smokes by the case, but they are a decent deal, and they don't cut their tobacco with anything. you'll pay more, but you get the quality you want." he said. That explained the security, since such a valuable commodity had to be protected. And now they could go home and just hang out. Or do whatever it was that technically unemployed people did when they had lots of money...
That was fine by the cyborg, who hadn't been looking forward to getting his robot fashionable clothing at sky-rocketing prices. So they went inside, and Jurgen poked around a little. Eve went off to find herself some outfits, and thankfully she didn't take very long about it, either. It only took half an hour for the android to pick out three outfits, which seemed pretty good to the cyborg, who had heard awful tales of women shopping for days to find just one outfit. Half an hour seemed pretty good to him, then. Ten minutes per outfit was so far ahead of the pack, the man couldn't help but smile. "Sounds good to me." he said, having glanced at a couple of price tags. Nothing was terribly expensive. "Let's go pay for that, then. And I'll show you where you can buy cigarettes on our way back." he added, leading the way to the checkout.
As he had expected, the prices here were very reasonable, and Jurgen had no problem paying for anything. Then, handing Eve her bags of clothing, he led the way once again. The cyborg obviously wasn't used to so much leading, but he treated it just like walking someplace and it didn't seem too bad. And now they were off to their apartment to chill for a while. If there was one thing he was looking forward to, it was relaxing. Now that he had money, he could just relax. Not just yet, but very soon. Right now he had to pay attention so he could show Eve where to buy cigarettes. The cyborg pointed out a building, about half-way between the stores and their apartment. There were bars on the windows, and the door was obviously solid. "Right in there. They only sell smokes by the case, but they are a decent deal, and they don't cut their tobacco with anything. you'll pay more, but you get the quality you want." he said. That explained the security, since such a valuable commodity had to be protected. And now they could go home and just hang out. Or do whatever it was that technically unemployed people did when they had lots of money...
Jurgen jumped when Eve stopped a runner. He hadn't even realized that the guy was trying to steal from them until it was too late. Obviously his android knew what was up, though, as she clotheslined the man viciously. It looked to the cyborg like the man was unconscious, so there was no way he had heard the android's advice. "Holy shit..." he muttered as they kept walking. "Thanks, Eve. I didn't even see that guy." he added louder, figuring the robot deserved to be praised every time she did well, then she'd figure out what was good, and what was bad much more quickly. Though he wouldn't be surprised if she had programming complex enough to let her know the difference before hand.
The rest of the trip was thankfully uneventful. And when they got back to the apartment, Jurgen steered the cart right into his home, figuring it would be easier than hauling things in from outside. Eve grabbed her food, which was understandable. She would want to know where it was, and didn't know where anything else went. He started putting things away, figuring that she would figure it out eventually. The cyborg chuckled as his companion tried her cereal. Apparently it was pretty good. "Anything is possible, Eve. You just saved me from a year of homelessness. You just earned me more money than I've seen in my whole life. Literally anything is possible." he told her as she went on about her construction. "As for accuracy, I couldn't tell you." he added with a shrug. Then a moment later, he grinned.
"All right, Eve. It's your turn. We're going clothes shopping." he announced. The groceries were put away, and every cupboard was full. The fridge was fully stocked, and the pair were not likely to run out of food anytime soon. "What kind of clothes do you like? Do you wanna just go see all of the stores?" he asked as he steered the cart out of their apartment. He supposed that made sense. She could get a feel for the styles she liked, and they could get her what she wanted. Unless she knew what she wanted, in which case she probably wouldn't want to go wandering around to stores that didn't have what she wanted. Then again, who could fathom the minds of females? Even the programmed, robotic minds of females could be mind-blowingly hard to comprehend, so Jurgen wasn't even going to try, he would just lead the way, and pay for whatever the woman wanted...
((I thought they were twinkies? so like... twinkie flakes? that sounds like it would be kinda gross...))
The rest of the trip was thankfully uneventful. And when they got back to the apartment, Jurgen steered the cart right into his home, figuring it would be easier than hauling things in from outside. Eve grabbed her food, which was understandable. She would want to know where it was, and didn't know where anything else went. He started putting things away, figuring that she would figure it out eventually. The cyborg chuckled as his companion tried her cereal. Apparently it was pretty good. "Anything is possible, Eve. You just saved me from a year of homelessness. You just earned me more money than I've seen in my whole life. Literally anything is possible." he told her as she went on about her construction. "As for accuracy, I couldn't tell you." he added with a shrug. Then a moment later, he grinned.
"All right, Eve. It's your turn. We're going clothes shopping." he announced. The groceries were put away, and every cupboard was full. The fridge was fully stocked, and the pair were not likely to run out of food anytime soon. "What kind of clothes do you like? Do you wanna just go see all of the stores?" he asked as he steered the cart out of their apartment. He supposed that made sense. She could get a feel for the styles she liked, and they could get her what she wanted. Unless she knew what she wanted, in which case she probably wouldn't want to go wandering around to stores that didn't have what she wanted. Then again, who could fathom the minds of females? Even the programmed, robotic minds of females could be mind-blowingly hard to comprehend, so Jurgen wasn't even going to try, he would just lead the way, and pay for whatever the woman wanted...
((I thought they were twinkies? so like... twinkie flakes? that sounds like it would be kinda gross...))
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