” No, no. I didn’t like it one bit. Also it really isn’t very original because the ‘roses are red’-part is already used a lot in poems. This is just stupid.
You’ve disappointed me, Tak. But that isn’t anything new. “
“Then maybe I should try something else.
—— The roses are wilted, the violets are dead. One of these days,
He gave a face, only to fold his hands over his desk. Two robots fidgeted next to him, only to look up when he spoke.
The tall android, glowing orange optic trained on her, made a warbling, electronic sound as it waved at her. It only tapped the shorter, more rounded one that stood beside it as a motion to wave at their guest; unfortunately, it grumbled and reluctantly waved, blue optic half-lidded with very little interest.
She gives the robots a brief once-over, raising an eyebrow when they wave. They vaguely resemble SIR Units, and MiMi lets out a low growl from her position on her shoulder. Tak reaches up a hand to silence her.
“Don’t call me a little girl. I’m here on business.”
She turns her attention to the human, narrowing her eyes. She’s assumed that a company with a large influence in the scientific industry would be some of the first to hear of an alien ship crash landing. And she needs her ship.
in a sense, mimi is also a defect. she isn’t like gir, as she was built normally and works brilliantly most, if not all, of the time. however, a small fault in her system causes her to act more like a cat than a robot, which may have something to do with her disguise.
though both tak and mimi constantly do their best to act as if they aren’t defective, they care about each other a great deal. tak would be lost without mimi, and vice versa.
The progress humanity has taken in the art of science is impressive, for a species of such l o w intelligence. However, they are still millions of light years away from catching up with Irkens. To Tak, current technology is almost primitive.
