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[bambicakes]

❝No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.❞

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MY DIC.......TIONARY IS ALL YOU DESIRE wow I did not just --

[rageful]

[ Rude.








...But he can get used to it. Go on then, mate. Let's see what you've got.]

laSdfawogeufalsd U NEED TO LEAVE U GROSS HUMAN BEING akjsd

[emulate]

[ To some, the evolution of the science is inevitable. Monsters threaten man, man creates machines — and then somewhere along the way machines reinvent themselves. Abel is one such reinvention (he isn't the first; the first was called Adam but that line was discontinued in the months before Striker Eureka's commissioning). As has been stated and restated several times by the team of scientists who helped create him, Abel is not meant to be a copy of the man whose face he wears.

If anything, he's meant to be an improvement. And in almost every way, he is more human than human. ]

NEVER. U LOVE IT.

[rageful]

[He isn't sure what to think. Should he be flattered? Or repulsed? Chuck wasn't ever really certain as to why this...thing was necessary, anyway, but now that it's here, the question is sort of moot. ...Right?

He's sure to be up in the marshall's face about this with his usual sound and fury soon. But for now --]

Why don't you make yourself useful, you overgrown toaster? [He grumbles, unkind, while he begins to unpack his clothes onto the clean spread of his bunk. It's been 5 hours since he got back from Sydney on a basic reconnoissance survey mission. He was tired and more tempestuous than usual; his patience is stretched thin.]

[emulate]

[ Sound and fury, thinly tested impatience — Abel has been programmed to be able to ford the worst that Chuck Hansen is capable of slinging and, with time, that programming is meant to evolve. (To grow, to understand, the same way a human mind would. Everything the Drift has seen of Chuck, Abel knows; everything that Chuck is, Abel has consumed and processed and improved.)

Verbal abuse doesn't work on him, but given his construction as a synthetic, physical abuse is even less effective. Blinking once at Chuck from where he stands in the doorway, he moves with an alien sort of efficiency, one that fails to lumber the way Chuck does. It's reminiscent of Mako, if anyone. Abel is deliberate with his excesses. ]

Shall I review the rest of the day's schedule? [ he asks before moving towards the bed with a mind to start tucking away things. Abel's accent is crisp, tidy and lacks the swagger of Chuck's aussie drawl ]

[rageful]

[He looks back at Abel, at this imitation, with the glitter of aggression. For a moment, it seems like something savage is about to happen between them, something regrettable and dishonorable and harsh. There is a surge of violence that pushes through his limbs, but he forcibly quells it before any real damage can be done; barely leashed power and pride pulses through his bones.

He has to tighten his jaw in order to successfully kill the abuses and slurs that threaten to fly from him. It's not easy. Chuck boasts a vocabulary composed almost entirely of obscenities, guttural verbs, and diminutive slang and there is something about Abel's unflinching nonchalance, his perfect tidiness (all “please” and “thank you”s) and valiant arrogance that infuriates Chuck beyond explanation, filling him with an anger born of insecurity. He tells himself: "we are not the same, we are not in any way the same.” He repeats it, subconsciously, like a mantra, because is two things are not the same, they cannot be interchanged, replaced.]

I know my schedule. And I don't have time to listen to you yabber. [His voice burns like an acid through his teeth. But he knows better than to get physical with him. He still wears the bruise upon his mouth from last time.]