UsernameEmailRegionInterestAOL IMICQ IDYahoo! IDMSN IDJabber

Zaura: *a small ornament on the underside of a shoulder cone* You're a human? *to Yuuta, then peeks up at Deckard* And you're a robot?

Yuuta: That's right. Deckard is a /living/ robot! So is Drill Boy! *glee. That revelation is one he's going to boast for a /long/ time.*

DB: Yep! *GRINNING*

Deckard: *if robots could blush...* Ah, yes, we're more advanced than most of the rest here.

Zaura: *shifts back to the top of DB's shoulder so she can so him, giving him a /bright/ smile* I knew you were different!

Deckard: Yes. A few of us are fortunate enough to have hearts. */grins/ at his partner* Thanks to Yuuta.

DB: Yeah! Our boss is the best!

Yuuta: *blushes and rubs the back of his head* Guys... *he can't argue, though.*

Zaura: *shifts and becomes a little Yuuta, gazing around at them.* You're a surgeon? *she's picked up the language, and the meanings of things, but all she's witnessed of medical staff have been of the large humans* How did you do surgery on robots? *so yes, the questions are completely serious. Were she in someone's head she'd know instantly what was meant, like she knew how to play soccer with DB even though all she knew before was that it was a game with a ball, like many others.*

DB: Huh?  That's a funny question. *confused, how'd she get that?*

Deckard: *softly* Drill Boy.  *to Zaura, patiently*  No, it's not that.  There are those who do repairs, who do "surgery" on us, but they're not surgeons.  They're engineers.  This is something different.  The concept is a little difficult to explain.  It's not a physical organ that he gave us.  We're sentient.  We experience emotions.  We . . . we have a /soul/.  Back when I first became aware of it, I didn't fully know what it was.  I knew I was self-aware and had emotions.  I had "heart", so that's what I called it.