Aftermath of I, Robot (video; open)

[skintoskin]

[Neil sits in on his bed, dressed in jeans and a white, sleeveless t-shirt, fingers twitching a little. His room is immaculate, like something from a design magazine, but he doesn't seem to be focused on anything but a large, wooden dresser. He has a crowbar across his lap. He isn't facing at the device, but it is apparent that he might be a little... traumatized. Something that could be a robot is on the floor, a large dent in it's head.]

It... folded all my clothes. It... It matched my socks...

[Twitch.]






((OOC: Sort of back now, but won't be around until later, so replies will be slow. Will catch-up on tagging then, too.))

Comments

[skintoskin]

Here? No. Back home? I've got better things to do now.

[signatures]

Then why be concerned over it?

[skintoskin]

Because... I don't want to be that person anymore, and this...

[signatures]

It's just a robot.

[skintoskin]

But what if it hadn't been? I just... lashed out. What if it had been a person?

[signatures]

But it wasn't.

I wouldn't be so quick to assume the subconscious acknowledgement of something electronic versus something human is completely lost on you, especially if you regret stuff done in the past.

[skintoskin]

[Pause.]

We're you a shrink back home?

[signatures]

No - why do you ask?

[skintoskin]

'Cause you go all philosophical and shit.

[signatures]

Then that'd make me a philosopher.

[skintoskin]

Whatever. You know what I mean.