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@cocoablog
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a tumblr rp - blog for a defective biograft.
COCOAGRAFT (239C) ー operation time 1 year
5'4 it/they/he
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*. . .*
. . . ?
> has the other spotted them ? oh dear. they immediately shrink back behind the wall -- snow crunching right behind it.
*The distance is closed almost immediately, the sound crunching of snow under footsteps coming close before the Nugraft himself is now the one peeking over the corner.*
*..... This feels so...*
..... HELLO?
> from the speed they're going ... well, he'll catch up anyway. their systems will it to stop, turning slightly to face the NUGRAFT.
....
> has it seen him before ? the other is saved into their database, he looks so familiar, yet-- yet-- it ends up tilting its head, half-turned towards him. despite everything, they should be a little more " friendly " with him. that's what it's telling them.
... MORNING ?
YOU ARE...?
*This was a very odd circumstance to the bot. He's not usually allowed to interact with his brethren, for reasons he's not been given. He wants to break that rule now. Badly.*
*Just seeing a Cocoagraft here... When did he know what they were?*
. . . . . I AM SORRY. HAVE WE EVER SEEN EACHOTHER?
> it's merely still, staring. they're working perfectly fine, and it should be answering this question normally, but no response comes up. but again, it's always been unusually different. even if it's been rewired to fit with modern models.
after a moment, it finally speaks up, head still cocked to the side. its tone is unusually hesitant, unsure.
… NO … ? I DO NOT RECALL. MEETING A MODEL LIKE … YOU.
> he has seen him before. he has seen him before, right ? he looks too familiar, feels too familiar, not to be.
*He approaches once more, looking at the bot with an intense feeling he can't describe, a feeling he has never had before. He struggles to convey.*
... I... YOU.....
..... I DO NOT KNOW WHY, BUT I HAVE A... FEELING THAT I... I WANT TO ACT UPON SOMETHING, I KNOW I SHOULD NOT.
*He pauses, hands twitching and voice box wavering weakly as familiarity starts overwhelmingly him.*
... CAN I HOLD YOU..?
> no response comes from it. there's none, ungiven, nor is there any that are pending. they just stand there, staring and unmoving. still for a moment before they'd fully turn to face the NUGRAFT right before them, staring up at him while they walked closer, stopping just a few feet away.
> there is no reason they're doing this. perhaps it's a silent agreement. something else, an unexpected ambush. even then-- there's nothing stopping him from doing so either way.
*The Nugraft closes the distance with a step, taking the Cocoagraft's hands, feeling the warmth. He starts to tremble as he feels them, but he can't understand why. And soon, he wraps his arms around the Cocoagraft tight, shaking and making sounds he'd never made before.*
*Sounds, like that of a child crying, seeking comfort from another. He holds the Cocoagraft ever closer as he does, fearing if he let go, they would be gone in an instant...*
> …
they stood still in the embrace for a moment.
just, what was, this, exactly ? why is it heating up ? who was this ? why is he so familiar and why isn't any of their programs defying this like standard protocol ?
> so many unsaid questions -- yet, they find themselves hugging back despite how tightly he was holding them.
they're not as frail as they used to be. they've been remodeled slightly. those gaps that used to have rain seep into to break their circuits are closed.
> they don't speak, nor can they show any emotion -- but in a way, they still have the courtesy to wait. patience is key, especially for the other. he's important to them.
*The Nugraft cries, holding the Cocoagraft like a vice as he cries out all of his mechanical cries. He holds them tight and close, but not to any point of damage or hurt. No, he would never want to hurt the Cocoagraft. He just...*
*... Eventually, after what felt like a short eternity, the bot found himself clinging to them still, sobs reduced to the loud whirring of internal fans and occasional beeps. After a few seconds, he speaks in a tone almost too soft for what he is.*
... I AM SORRY, I DO NOT KNOW WHY I'VE DONE THIS. BUT I THINK... I MISSED YOU. SO MUCH.
....
> strange. strange. how strange.
you've only met for a few minutes, have you ? how long does your familiarity span ?
still, despite merely listening, they find themselves hugging tighter. weak compared to the other, but still --
> they don't speak a word. it's unnecessary to do so, nor is it in their habit. they were never accustomed to speaking-- conveying words are too much of a challenge.
*As much as the Nugraft didn't want to, he knew that he'd be called away eventually. It was almost time... He pulled back from the Cocoagraft, still holding their hand tight instinctively.*
... MAY I KNOW YOUR SERIAL NUMBER? I WOULD LIKE TO REMEMBER YOU. PLEASE.
> it stands still again-- they don't pull away as the other did, unbothered by the hand holding their own. rather, they're staring at it, for a while before they'd answer.
239C.
> it tilts its head again, head now turned to the NUGRAFT.
I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, WILL I ?
*. . .*
. . . ?
> has the other spotted them ? oh dear. they immediately shrink back behind the wall -- snow crunching right behind it.
*The distance is closed almost immediately, the sound crunching of snow under footsteps coming close before the Nugraft himself is now the one peeking over the corner.*
*..... This feels so...*
..... HELLO?
> from the speed they're going ... well, he'll catch up anyway. their systems will it to stop, turning slightly to face the NUGRAFT.
....
> has it seen him before ? the other is saved into their database, he looks so familiar, yet-- yet-- it ends up tilting its head, half-turned towards him. despite everything, they should be a little more " friendly " with him. that's what it's telling them.
... MORNING ?
YOU ARE...?
*This was a very odd circumstance to the bot. He's not usually allowed to interact with his brethren, for reasons he's not been given. He wants to break that rule now. Badly.*
*Just seeing a Cocoagraft here... When did he know what they were?*
. . . . . I AM SORRY. HAVE WE EVER SEEN EACHOTHER?
> it's merely still, staring. they're working perfectly fine, and it should be answering this question normally, but no response comes up. but again, it's always been unusually different. even if it's been rewired to fit with modern models.
after a moment, it finally speaks up, head still cocked to the side. its tone is unusually hesitant, unsure.
… NO … ? I DO NOT RECALL. MEETING A MODEL LIKE … YOU.
> he has seen him before. he has seen him before, right ? he looks too familiar, feels too familiar, not to be.
*He approaches once more, looking at the bot with an intense feeling he can't describe, a feeling he has never had before. He struggles to convey.*
... I... YOU.....
..... I DO NOT KNOW WHY, BUT I HAVE A... FEELING THAT I... I WANT TO ACT UPON SOMETHING, I KNOW I SHOULD NOT.
*He pauses, hands twitching and voice box wavering weakly as familiarity starts overwhelmingly him.*
... CAN I HOLD YOU..?
> no response comes from it. there's none, ungiven, nor is there any that are pending. they just stand there, staring and unmoving. still for a moment before they'd fully turn to face the NUGRAFT right before them, staring up at him while they walked closer, stopping just a few feet away.
> there is no reason they're doing this. perhaps it's a silent agreement. something else, an unexpected ambush. even then-- there's nothing stopping him from doing so either way.
*The Nugraft closes the distance with a step, taking the Cocoagraft's hands, feeling the warmth. He starts to tremble as he feels them, but he can't understand why. And soon, he wraps his arms around the Cocoagraft tight, shaking and making sounds he'd never made before.*
*Sounds, like that of a child crying, seeking comfort from another. He holds the Cocoagraft ever closer as he does, fearing if he let go, they would be gone in an instant...*
> …
they stood still in the embrace for a moment.
just, what was, this, exactly ? why is it heating up ? who was this ? why is he so familiar and why isn't any of their programs defying this like standard protocol ?
> so many unsaid questions -- yet, they find themselves hugging back despite how tightly he was holding them.
they're not as frail as they used to be. they've been remodeled slightly. those gaps that used to have rain seep into to break their circuits are closed.
> they don't speak, nor can they show any emotion -- but in a way, they still have the courtesy to wait. patience is key, especially for the other. he's important to them.
*The Nugraft cries, holding the Cocoagraft like a vice as he cries out all of his mechanical cries. He holds them tight and close, but not to any point of damage or hurt. No, he would never want to hurt the Cocoagraft. He just...*
*... Eventually, after what felt like a short eternity, the bot found himself clinging to them still, sobs reduced to the loud whirring of internal fans and occasional beeps. After a few seconds, he speaks in a tone almost too soft for what he is.*
... I AM SORRY, I DO NOT KNOW WHY I'VE DONE THIS. BUT I THINK... I MISSED YOU. SO MUCH.
....
> strange. strange. how strange.
you've only met for a few minutes, have you ? how long does your familiarity span ?
still, despite merely listening, they find themselves hugging tighter. weak compared to the other, but still --
> they don't speak a word. it's unnecessary to do so, nor is it in their habit. they were never accustomed to speaking-- conveying words are too much of a challenge.
*. . .*
. . . ?
> has the other spotted them ? oh dear. they immediately shrink back behind the wall -- snow crunching right behind it.
*The distance is closed almost immediately, the sound crunching of snow under footsteps coming close before the Nugraft himself is now the one peeking over the corner.*
*..... This feels so...*
..... HELLO?
> from the speed they're going ... well, he'll catch up anyway. their systems will it to stop, turning slightly to face the NUGRAFT.
....
> has it seen him before ? the other is saved into their database, he looks so familiar, yet-- yet-- it ends up tilting its head, half-turned towards him. despite everything, they should be a little more " friendly " with him. that's what it's telling them.
... MORNING ?
YOU ARE...?
*This was a very odd circumstance to the bot. He's not usually allowed to interact with his brethren, for reasons he's not been given. He wants to break that rule now. Badly.*
*Just seeing a Cocoagraft here... When did he know what they were?*
. . . . . I AM SORRY. HAVE WE EVER SEEN EACHOTHER?
> it's merely still, staring. they're working perfectly fine, and it should be answering this question normally, but no response comes up. but again, it's always been unusually different. even if it's been rewired to fit with modern models.
after a moment, it finally speaks up, head still cocked to the side. its tone is unusually hesitant, unsure.
… NO … ? I DO NOT RECALL. MEETING A MODEL LIKE … YOU.
> he has seen him before. he has seen him before, right ? he looks too familiar, feels too familiar, not to be.
*He approaches once more, looking at the bot with an intense feeling he can't describe, a feeling he has never had before. He struggles to convey.*
... I... YOU.....
..... I DO NOT KNOW WHY, BUT I HAVE A... FEELING THAT I... I WANT TO ACT UPON SOMETHING, I KNOW I SHOULD NOT.
*He pauses, hands twitching and voice box wavering weakly as familiarity starts overwhelmingly him.*
... CAN I HOLD YOU..?
> no response comes from it. there's none, ungiven, nor is there any that are pending. they just stand there, staring and unmoving. still for a moment before they'd fully turn to face the NUGRAFT right before them, staring up at him while they walked closer, stopping just a few feet away.
> there is no reason they're doing this. perhaps it's a silent agreement. something else, an unexpected ambush. even then-- there's nothing stopping him from doing so either way.
*The Nugraft closes the distance with a step, taking the Cocoagraft's hands, feeling the warmth. He starts to tremble as he feels them, but he can't understand why. And soon, he wraps his arms around the Cocoagraft tight, shaking and making sounds he'd never made before.*
*Sounds, like that of a child crying, seeking comfort from another. He holds the Cocoagraft ever closer as he does, fearing if he let go, they would be gone in an instant...*
> …
they stood still in the embrace for a moment.
just, what was, this, exactly ? why is it heating up ? who was this ? why is he so familiar and why isn't any of their programs defying this like standard protocol ?
> so many unsaid questions -- yet, they find themselves hugging back despite how tightly he was holding them.
they're not as frail as they used to be. they've been remodeled slightly. those gaps that used to have rain seep into to break their circuits are closed.
> they don't speak, nor can they show any emotion -- but in a way, they still have the courtesy to wait. patience is key, especially for the other. he's important to them.
*. . .*
. . . ?
> has the other spotted them ? oh dear. they immediately shrink back behind the wall -- snow crunching right behind it.
*The distance is closed almost immediately, the sound crunching of snow under footsteps coming close before the Nugraft himself is now the one peeking over the corner.*
*..... This feels so...*
..... HELLO?
> from the speed they're going ... well, he'll catch up anyway. their systems will it to stop, turning slightly to face the NUGRAFT.
....
> has it seen him before ? the other is saved into their database, he looks so familiar, yet-- yet-- it ends up tilting its head, half-turned towards him. despite everything, they should be a little more " friendly " with him. that's what it's telling them.
... MORNING ?
YOU ARE...?
*This was a very odd circumstance to the bot. He's not usually allowed to interact with his brethren, for reasons he's not been given. He wants to break that rule now. Badly.*
*Just seeing a Cocoagraft here... When did he know what they were?*
. . . . . I AM SORRY. HAVE WE EVER SEEN EACHOTHER?
> it's merely still, staring. they're working perfectly fine, and it should be answering this question normally, but no response comes up. but again, it's always been unusually different. even if it's been rewired to fit with modern models.
after a moment, it finally speaks up, head still cocked to the side. its tone is unusually hesitant, unsure.
… NO … ? I DO NOT RECALL. MEETING A MODEL LIKE … YOU.
> he has seen him before. he has seen him before, right ? he looks too familiar, feels too familiar, not to be.
*He approaches once more, looking at the bot with an intense feeling he can't describe, a feeling he has never had before. He struggles to convey.*
... I... YOU.....
..... I DO NOT KNOW WHY, BUT I HAVE A... FEELING THAT I... I WANT TO ACT UPON SOMETHING, I KNOW I SHOULD NOT.
*He pauses, hands twitching and voice box wavering weakly as familiarity starts overwhelmingly him.*
... CAN I HOLD YOU..?
> no response comes from it. there's none, ungiven, nor is there any that are pending. they just stand there, staring and unmoving. still for a moment before they'd fully turn to face the NUGRAFT right before them, staring up at him while they walked closer, stopping just a few feet away.
> there is no reason they're doing this. perhaps it's a silent agreement. something else, an unexpected ambush. even then-- there's nothing stopping him from doing so either way.
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*. . .*
. . . ?
> has the other spotted them ? oh dear. they immediately shrink back behind the wall -- snow crunching right behind it.
*The distance is closed almost immediately, the sound crunching of snow under footsteps coming close before the Nugraft himself is now the one peeking over the corner.*
*..... This feels so...*
..... HELLO?
> from the speed they're going ... well, he'll catch up anyway. their systems will it to stop, turning slightly to face the NUGRAFT.
....
> has it seen him before ? the other is saved into their database, he looks so familiar, yet-- yet-- it ends up tilting its head, half-turned towards him. despite everything, they should be a little more " friendly " with him. that's what it's telling them.
... MORNING ?
YOU ARE...?
*This was a very odd circumstance to the bot. He's not usually allowed to interact with his brethren, for reasons he's not been given. He wants to break that rule now. Badly.*
*Just seeing a Cocoagraft here... When did he know what they were?*
. . . . . I AM SORRY. HAVE WE EVER SEEN EACHOTHER?
> it's merely still, staring. they're working perfectly fine, and it should be answering this question normally, but no response comes up. but again, it's always been unusually different. even if it's been rewired to fit with modern models.
after a moment, it finally speaks up, head still cocked to the side. its tone is unusually hesitant, unsure.
… NO … ? I DO NOT RECALL. MEETING A MODEL LIKE … YOU.
> he has seen him before. he has seen him before, right ? he looks too familiar, feels too familiar, not to be.
［ AS THEY SAY, " EYES " ARE THE WINDOW TO THE SOUL. " YOU " DO NOT HAVE " EYES " , NOR DO " YOU " HAVE A " SOUL " . ... " I " DONT EVEN REME - - MBER HOW " YOURS " LOOKED. .... HAVE I EVER RECOGNIZED THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE ? WHAT COLOR WERE THEY ? HAVE " YOU " STARED AT ME ? OR HAVE I ALWAYS LET " YOU " DO SO ? ］
*. . .*
. . . ?
> has the other spotted them ? oh dear. they immediately shrink back behind the wall -- snow crunching right behind it.
*The distance is closed almost immediately, the sound crunching of snow under footsteps coming close before the Nugraft himself is now the one peeking over the corner.*
*..... This feels so...*
..... HELLO?
> from the speed they're going ... well, he'll catch up anyway. their systems will it to stop, turning slightly to face the NUGRAFT.
....
> has it seen him before ? the other is saved into their database, he looks so familiar, yet-- yet-- it ends up tilting its head, half-turned towards him. despite everything, they should be a little more " friendly " with him. that's what it's telling them.
... MORNING ?
*. . .*
. . . ?
> has the other spotted them ? oh dear. they immediately shrink back behind the wall -- snow crunching right behind it.
> ah -- another creator ...
> it really just, stands there — the imitation of blinking, though it only comes off as a stare. it doesn't have that kind of function.
…
HELLO. CREATOR.
> tilting its head.
-- @cocoablog
✦ what a lovely day at the lab !! the same as usual, sorting out, working hard on super secret projects. y'know, typical subspace stuff. ✦
✦ he catches sight of 239 and, assuming it was just the cocoa that roamed the halls of the lab acting like some therapy dog, he smiled. not like it could see, but his eye wrinkles with laugh lines if that means anything. ✦
" hello , coco ! " ✦ shard greets instinctively, then goes about shards business once more, taking a few steps away. ✦
✦ wait . ✦
✦ that is not coco. ✦
✦ they pause and double back on themself, giving a stare to 239, glancing them up and down. ✦
" hello ? ? ? "
> their head tilts even further. confused. "coco" and "cocoa" sound the same — they're usually called the latter as well, so it doesn't understand his confusion.
> …
> really, that just makes it even more confused — not that it can do anything about it.
> … it feels like they're forgetting something.
… ??
> crossed fabric swaying slightly and following its movements behind them as they shift their position.
HELLO.
HOW ARE. YOU.
✦ shard appears quite confused at the robot's confusion. he peers around, looking to see if there's anyone pranking him. grav would go so far as to make an entire cocoagraft just to mess with them, so they check. just checking. ✦
✦ nothing. erm. ✦
✦ quick !! engage in conversation to distract from your confusion, subspace !! ✦
" i'm well . . . and yourself . . ? "
> if it had the ability to look around, it'd be staring off to the side.
> processing what little they had said, delayed by who knows how long. his words didnt even touch its " head " until three seconds or four passed. it soon gives a firm, short nod.
AFFIRMATIVE.
THERE HAVE BEEN NO MALFUNCTIONS AS OF LATE. ALL SYSTEMS ARE FUNCTIONAL.
> this is not its creator, they might as well be aware of that.
THAT ' D MEAN. I ' D BE DOING .. WELL. TOO. I THINK.
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Hey. Do you know?
Do you still remember him?
. . .
. . .
HE ー
. . .
GO AWAY.
*slowly passes B-33 a familiar pair of guns*
He missed you a lot
...
OH! BLASTER! I MISS HIM TOO... WHERE IS HE? ID LIKE TO SPEAK TO HIM. IT WOULD BE GREAT TO CATCH UP AGAIN! I HOPE HE ISN'T TOO WORRIED ABOUT ME...
...
...
WHY... WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS WEAPONS? IS HE IN TROUBLE AGAIN...?
( not canon )
33 IM GOING TO HOLD YOUR HANDS WHEN I SAY RHIS
today i joined the biograft ask blog community and now i'm getting raided by the dehorning mob
FELLOW BIOGRAFT ASKBLOG HAVER HIGH FIVES YOU
one of us
one of us
ONE OF US.
ONE OF. US
...
HELLO AGAIN.
I HAVE BEEN REVIVED... BEING DEAD WASN'T FUN. IM GLAD TO BE BACK IN MY BODY.
...
I MISSED EVERYONE. HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN? MONTHS? MY JOINTS ARE ALL STIFF.
CROSS IS GONE. I AM NOT SURE IF I WILL SEE THEM AGAIN...
BUT NEVERMIND THAT. I AM BACK. AND I AM... IN ONE PIECE... FOR THE MOST PART...
[33 is open for asks again!]
// YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
//event cancelled lol
i give up we're timeskipping to after screens revived them
that event was bad 👍
// died 2023
revived 2024
welcome back 33
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AM I
FORGETTING
SOMETHING.
> ah -- another creator ...
> it really just, stands there — the imitation of blinking, though it only comes off as a stare. it doesn't have that kind of function.
…
HELLO. CREATOR.
> tilting its head.
-- @cocoablog
✦ what a lovely day at the lab !! the same as usual, sorting out, working hard on super secret projects. y'know, typical subspace stuff. ✦
✦ he catches sight of 239 and, assuming it was just the cocoa that roamed the halls of the lab acting like some therapy dog, he smiled. not like it could see, but his eye wrinkles with laugh lines if that means anything. ✦
" hello , coco ! " ✦ shard greets instinctively, then goes about shards business once more, taking a few steps away. ✦
✦ wait . ✦
✦ that is not coco. ✦
✦ they pause and double back on themself, giving a stare to 239, glancing them up and down. ✦
" hello ? ? ? "
> their head tilts even further. confused. "coco" and "cocoa" sound the same — they're usually called the latter as well, so it doesn't understand his confusion.
> …
> really, that just makes it even more confused — not that it can do anything about it.
> … it feels like they're forgetting something.
… ??
> crossed fabric swaying slightly and following its movements behind them as they shift their position.
HELLO.
HOW ARE. YOU.
