It can be an adventure.
Hey, Al. Sorry I'm not home yet, and Cal and I are both missing Valentines Day with you and Bee. [We love you both very much, and hope you enjoy your days with Phin and East.] We miss you, we love you, and I promise we'll get back safely.

glitterfashionista:

it’s alright, luvs.

[we love you, too, and we miss you lots.]

We’ll be home by tomorrow. <3

Ah, thank you both very much for the flowers. They're beautiful. If you're not too busy, would you boys like to come back here and have dinner?

We’re glad you like them!

Dinner sounds great. Give us twenty minutes, and we’ll be there. 

Hell, the Island

pipingfan413:

greenprinceofhope:

You stab a chunk of peach with the fork and shove it into your mouth, withdrawing the silverware and placing it back into the can, which you pass back to John.

"Adjusting to the sounds of the island’s been weird. That’s all."

"Ah." You nod. "Well we could stay close to here if you want. At least for today."

You take the peaches and eat another, passing them back to Dirk.

You look down at the peaches, and contemplate telling John you’re finished. After all, you’ve never been much of a morning eater. But you eat more anyway, because you know he’ll probably worry.

It’s nice to be worried about.

"That’d be good. At least till I’m better rested."

that-zombie-chick:

typette:

ufojockey:

Excuse me for a moment I am crying over robots. 

a while ago I read about soldiers in Iraq crying when their bomb-dismantling robot, which followed them on every mission, was destroyed in the line of duty.

They named it, put stickers on it, and took care of it. Then, when it served its purpose, some people wondered why they expressed such emotions for a soulless machine, some even needing counseling akin to losing friends.

I don’t believe in souls, I believe a human functions without any ethereal influence and that’s miraculous enough as it is, a ‘soul’ being more of a metaphorical description of traits than anything. What exactly is to say souls aren’t what we imbue upon these ‘soulless machines’ when they help us like we help those we love? What is a soul but what value others place in you- not just in what you offer them, but in an interest in your happiness too? There’s a kind of depersonalization going on- obviously the robot just was following orders of it’s controller- but it’s impossible for people to not be thankful/place value in things that help us live or make our lives richer I guess.

Issac Asimov was an atheist but his writings were the first in science fiction history to suppose not just that ‘machines have feelings/emotion’, but rather that we as humans are only very refined organic machines, a summation of chemical processes without a ‘soul’, something that we have that nothing else does. Where exactly lies the point of difference in complexity or I daresay “lack of understanding how it’s built” where it descends into “magic”? It’s obvious that the only reason we don’t have Datas running around is because we don’t know how yet. Think about it, though- Is the love and attachment or motivation those soldiers felt for their robots any less real than what they felt for, say, a working dog? Does a pet owner love their simple goldfish less than they would a highly trained dog? Would you say a lazy cat that doesn’t even dismantle bombs has a soul where that robot doesn’t? And if we had robots like Data, would our attachment to them emotionally not be all the ‘soul’ they really need to make them real to us? Where does the line begin?

I mean, after all…

"Does this unit have a soul?"

Hell, the Island

pipingfan413:

greenprinceofhope:

"Depends, I guess." You take the peaches when he passes them back, and you sleepily watch him chew.

"We could hike to the base of the volcano." Maybe see if the dragon was within visible range. "Or I could take you deeper into the jungle, or I could try finding where the centaur herd is. Dunno if they’ve moved since I left." 

"Oh, that all sounds like a ton of fun." Especially considering you’ve never done any of it before. "Whatever you feel like doing. You seem pretty tired." 

It’s a little worrying, but you suppose that with the time difference (since it is pretty big) and being back on the island, he’s got to be exhausted. 

You stab a chunk of peach with the fork and shove it into your mouth, withdrawing the silverware and placing it back into the can, which you pass back to John.

"Adjusting to the sounds of the island’s been weird. That’s all."

All Of A Sudden

tellthemimwanking:

glitterfashionista:

Bee jumped, startled, but nodded - and then remembered that Cal couldn’t see him. He turned his head enough to let out a clear, “Nnhn.”

"Pro’lly means ‘come in’."

East agreed with Phin. The way Cal smelled was unsettling and there was something distinctly, infinitesimally inhuman about him.

But he’d been warned and hadn’t had the opportunity to do The Phin Thing. He sort of liked Cal, distantly as it was.

He sat up a little in the bed. 

The android opened the door just enough to let himself through, and closed it behind himself as lightly as possible. Once it was latched securely, he turned to focus on the huddled pair.

Identical to Al and Phin in genetic makeup, but as the days passed, Cal found they were less and less similar to this universe’s original pair.

"You both seem to be a bit shaken."

All Of A Sudden

tellthemimwanking:

glitterfashionista:

Bee sobbed and managed to keep in the rest, voice cracking on a muffled, “Thank you.”

East felt a tear slide down his cheek and he sniffed, managing a smile.

"I love you. You don’t have to thank me for anything."

Two very light knocks sounded on the door—the closed bathroom door, rather than the main door to the room. 

"Hey. Can I come in?"

Hell, the Island

pipingfan413:

greenprinceofhope:

You’ve got a lot of good memories on this island, even if you’ve probably got more of the negative assortment.

Good, bad, lonely.

You didn’t come back for the depressing bullshit, though, you came back to go on an adventure. You’re here to have a good time with John. 

It’s day two, now, and you’ve already had to shoot down a few of the many lusii in self defense. You’d had crab for dinner last night, and will probably have more of the same tonight. 

Not that you mind, of course. You’re just impressed you’re finally able to take out those screaming bipedal crab-lobster things rather than making a run for it.

Mostly because Cal backed you up.

Currently, though, you’re taking turns with John, forking out chunks of canned peaches for breakfast, while Cal checks out the area to make sure it’s relatively safe.

Relatively, because the Island will never be completely safe, outside of your little room.

It was actually your first time eating crab, and it was interesting. You definitely enjoyed your first day, even if the odd and large creatures were new and pretty terrifying. 

You glance over at Dirk and smile, taking your peaches and thanking him.

"So uh, anything planned for today?"

"Depends, I guess." You take the peaches when he passes them back, and you sleepily watch him chew.

"We could hike to the base of the volcano." Maybe see if the dragon was within visible range. "Or I could take you deeper into the jungle, or I could try finding where the centaur herd is. Dunno if they’ve moved since I left." 

((well there went my good mood. will probably return again later or tomorrow or something unu))

Hell, the Island

You’ve got a lot of good memories on this island, even if you’ve probably got more of the negative assortment.

Good, bad, lonely.

You didn’t come back for the depressing bullshit, though, you came back to go on an adventure. You’re here to have a good time with John. 

It’s day two, now, and you’ve already had to shoot down a few of the many lusii in self defense. You’d had crab for dinner last night, and will probably have more of the same tonight. 

Not that you mind, of course. You’re just impressed you’re finally able to take out those screaming bipedal crab-lobster things rather than making a run for it.

Mostly because Cal backed you up.

Currently, though, you’re taking turns with John, forking out chunks of canned peaches for breakfast, while Cal checks out the area to make sure it’s relatively safe.

Relatively, because the Island will never be completely safe, outside of your little room.