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He waved his hand dismissively, suddenly. “ You seemed like you had something quite pressing on your mind, is all. ” That wasn’t to say that this wasn’t, but… honestly, out of a laundry list of things he could have imagined Alpha coming up with, that probably wouldn’t even be anywhere near the bottom.

The old man’s brow furrowed. It wasn’t like his questions weren’t entirely valid, just… never something he’d put thought into before. “ It might be easier to just base an AI off of a person than it would be to make the base and sit there and worry about what memories they might inherit. If only because that might lead to having to make a way to extract said memories from said AI, which… ” The Director shook his head dismissively.

    “ You’re better off where you are. Human rights and opportunities aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. I’d switch places with you if I could. ” The old man leaned back in his chair. “ I hate that that doesn’t sound like a terrible combination. What do you propose we do about your cravings then, if they’re as intense as you say they are? “ 

“Well, I guess that gets into the subject of motivation and what that means,” The alpha brought a hand to his holographic face and began pacing. “Like, are we talking motivation as an incentive to do something or motivation as an ambition or personal goal, either way: get me to shut the fuck up seems to be a goal people have, so I’ll take it if it gets what I need done,“ “I mean, it is important, but nah, everything pretty much checks out, freelancers are doing their bullshit and I’ve done whatever I need to today, so my only complaints are food and body related,“ Alpha’s shoulders sunk a bit. “You... doing okay, champ? You seem a -uh, a bit on edge.“

“I mean, yeah, you fleshbags have a lot of shit to do and expectations and shit, but like, computer program, that’s a whole different set of expectations with a lot less perks and the chance to be destroyed if I don’t perform up to snuff or people get too uncomfortable, not complaining, but like, I have to put that out there for my stand point,“ Okay time for the point that actually matters. Snacks.

kinkshame you

im gonna burn down this fucking building

oh daddy’s gonna get him junk food alright wink wink- god i hate myself

     “ I do enough bitching for the both of us; I don’t need it in stereo. “ 

Not that that’s going to keep him from listening, of course. The absolute least he could do is give him a little attention when it was explicitly asked for.

     “ Is that all? “ Sorry, Church, not to be too dismissive of the subject. He was worried he was in for a bit of a shitstorm there for a moment. That was a bit of a weight off his chest. “ Memories are memories. I don’t suppose it’d be any different if those memories are food-related. “ Not that this was a question he’d ever thought he’d have to think much into, if at all. 

     “ I think there’s a lot more that would have to go into an android that can taste and eat than you think there is. Not to mention that there may be a boundary people are too afraid to cross in making androids too human. “

“Please dude, there is never enough bitching, unless our needs are satisfied, until then... we’ll bitch away, or.. I guess it’s more like, we’ll motivate people to get what we need done, done?” Alpha had to think on that for a moment

“Dude, you seriously look like I was going to explode on your ass,“ There was only the mildest hints of concern from the AI. He considered asking if the Director was alright or if he was just feeling a bit high strung, but decided to leave it for now.

“Yeah, you.” Grif said with a broad grin. “But fi you’re trying to find someone else, you have a long list to choose from. Doc, Tucker, Donut…”

“Listen, listen, neither of us can be the bitch. That’s Simmons.”

“Well, its a kinda pointless question. If you were talking to bitches, then since you were the only bitch in teh area, you were talking to yourself.”

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“Hey, I said bitches, unless you’re admitting to being a bitch,“Two can play at this game.

“Wow, that’s kinda  sad, Church. You’re talking to yourself like that?”