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autodidacticrobogirl) wrote2010-09-05 12:06 am
autodidacticrobogirl) wrote2010-09-05 12:06 am
Entry tags:
o12 | Childhood | audio/open
Hullo, telly-phone. I would like to find my mum.
[Oh, such an adorable little child, with such an adorable little british accent.]
My name is Kusanagi Kimiko and I live at the Kusanagi genomics building, in Honduras. If you kidnapped me, then it's okay.
I'm not mad.
My daddy will save me.
[audio // Japanese] Very nice
[Kimiko has terrible genetics for height; she's a head shorter than Motoko, even at only a year's age-difference, cyborg bodies aside. There is a rather enormous bag of chocolate chip cookies propped up against the wall.: Zeke is a bad parent.]
She stands and waves her flaming marshmallow in greeting.]
Hullo. I like your knees.
[commentlog] I have either excellent or questionable taste, depending on your point of view.
Thanks. They're cybernetic.
[commentlog] If you're going to get married in a t-shirt, it might as well be awesome.
[Kim is six- she's not easy to tip off.]
Like a robot.
[The marshmallow goes on the cookie. Another cookie makes the second half- squiiisssshhhh. She opens her mouth to bite it, then remembers to be polite and offers it to Motoko.]
[commentlog] MA requires a "ceremony," but doesn't specify what it has to be. Trufax.
[This is super-important, Kimmi. If Motoko had tear ducts, her eyes would be welling up.]
[commentlog]
[Kim just blinks her huge eyes at Motoko a moment and munches on a cookie.]
I did not say that, you're a girl, like me.
I said like. Li-kuh. You have robot knees. It's very excellent. Daddy told me the right word is 'cyborg.'
[she repeats the equivalent words in Spanish and English, for emphasis.]
[commentlog]
Yes. "Cyborg."
[She edges forward a little, because her sweet tooth is slightly stronger than her fear of fire.
[commentlog]
[Kimiko obligingly steps forward to give her the marshmallow-cookie sandwich.]
Don't be sad. We can be friends, and team up to find Mr. Batou, if you want.
[She hesitates, then tacks on the only species of bribery she knows how to use.]
I don't have any friends, aside from Hedwig and Barry. I live in a laboratory, so there are no other children. You would be the first friend.
[commentlog]
[That's as certain as the sunrise, and the way Motoko says it reflects the fact.]
I...don't have any friends either. I haven't seen the paralyzed boy in a long time.
[She accepts the cookie bashfully. The taste is...well, she can't taste it much. But the sweetness is there.]
[commentlog]
[Half the fun of marshmallow sandwiches is in the texture, anyways.]
...Do you want to be friends anyway? I could try to call Mr. Zeke back.
[She seems doubtful about this. Zeke isn't BAD, but he's not good either, and he might not come, besides.]
I would like to meet Mr. Batou.