[ was it an odd name? a title more than a name? 2B doesn't second guess what was just given to her; the saint of woe, it is. the android lifts her hand and places it open in a hover atop her bust, clearly some form of salute after being granted recognition for her service. there is a feeling— it is pride that swells too sharply in her chest, but manages to seem like nothing more than an obligation.
she was programmed, to feel this way. her feelings may be manufactured, artificial— but she does not discard them or consider them fake, fabricated, or unreal. she is feeling them, after all. she is doing what she was made to do. she is making contact with those she would never she, those she would pride herself to be like.
she tips her head in acknowledgment and says, with utmost sincerity, but never skipping on her professionalism: ]
It was an honor.
[ when she begins to walk away, casting a lingering glance once more on the woman, she returns from the way she came from. the angry shoreline, where beasts and more sleepers could be prone to be. 2B feels her lips move in an upwards, subtle bend, but forces them to keep thinned and straight, even when she is no longer facing anyone who could see it. even in the sand, she's sure to keep elevated steps remarkably impeccable. ]
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she was programmed, to feel this way. her feelings may be manufactured, artificial— but she does not discard them or consider them fake, fabricated, or unreal. she is feeling them, after all. she is doing what she was made to do. she is making contact with those she would never she, those she would pride herself to be like.
she tips her head in acknowledgment and says, with utmost sincerity, but never skipping on her professionalism: ]
It was an honor.
[ when she begins to walk away, casting a lingering glance once more on the woman, she returns from the way she came from. the angry shoreline, where beasts and more sleepers could be prone to be. 2B feels her lips move in an upwards, subtle bend, but forces them to keep thinned and straight, even when she is no longer facing anyone who could see it. even in the sand, she's sure to keep elevated steps remarkably impeccable. ]