o12 | Childhood | audio/open

[autodidacticrobogirl]

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.

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[audio // Japanese] My biology teacher lied to me. PS I got married in that shirt.

[electroniccrane.livejournal.com]

[Obviously.]

That's really close!

[Motoko is out of her room and barreling toward the Deck 11 fire as fast as her little cyborg legs can carry her. Which is pretty fast, since she's got the gross motor control down.]

[audio // Japanese] Very nice

[autodidacticone.livejournal.com]

[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.

[electroniccrane.livejournal.com]

[For some reason she can't quite place, Motoko doesn't like the fire, and hangs back a safe distance.]

Thanks. They're cybernetic.

[commentlog] If you're going to get married in a t-shirt, it might as well be awesome.

[autodidacticone.livejournal.com]

[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.

[electroniccrane.livejournal.com]

I'm not a robot!

[This is super-important, Kimmi. If Motoko had tear ducts, her eyes would be welling up.]

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[autodidacticone.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[electroniccrane.livejournal.com]

[Spanish is lost on her, but she knows the word in English, courtesy of Batou and his language pack.]

Yes. "Cyborg."

[She edges forward a little, because her sweet tooth is slightly stronger than her fear of fire.

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[autodidacticone.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[electroniccrane.livejournal.com]

It's okay. Mr. Batou will come if I ask him to.

[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.]

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[autodidacticone.livejournal.com]

[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.