[It breathes. It affects posture. It claims to make its own decisions. It exerts signs of self-control. Joy teeters on the cusp of a choice, elects for ascribing a fragment of personhood. She has, after all, met many humans who failed at at least one of the aforementioned components.
So it's a bouncing baby girl-android, she supposes. She half-circles 2B and says, with unabashed intrigue:]
I wonder what you look like on the inside.
[A trickle of blood begins from her ear as she says it, and she does not wince so much as squinch, wrinkling her nose unhappily as her fingers come up to touch the trail of green blood.]
Ick. [She shakes her head, tipping it to help with drainage.] Some other time.
cw: blood, dehumanization
So it's a bouncing baby girl-android, she supposes. She half-circles 2B and says, with unabashed intrigue:]
I wonder what you look like on the inside.
[A trickle of blood begins from her ear as she says it, and she does not wince so much as squinch, wrinkling her nose unhappily as her fingers come up to touch the trail of green blood.]
Ick. [She shakes her head, tipping it to help with drainage.] Some other time.