[ Minho is, without a doubt, screwed. There's no emergency off button when it comes to booting up androids, and anything he could do would permanently damage it. So he just tries to focus on figuring out what this thing's-- this guy's-- directive is. Something involving the killzone-- which, what?-- and the Flare and a whole slew of things that he has no time to actually read through, despite his earnest curiosity and the almost need to.
No, of course he has no time, because the shucking droid is opening his eyes and looking at him. He purses his lips a little as he regards the life-like being in return, surprised that he hasn't automatically sounded the alarm. It's not his job to activate these things, and it's not his job to even contemplate reprogramming.
It's sort of funny, as they take one another in. There are plenty of very, very human appearing models out there, but this one practically takes the cake. And for a moment, all he can do is take in those big, brown eyes. They're enormous and bright, and he's sufficiently distracted from the "oh, klunk" that was a litany in his head.
This droid is, through and through, a work of art. In engineering, programming-- although he'd gone and shucked that up, hadn't he-- and appearance. And he's being spoken to now, which reminds him of the little problem at hand. ]
... yeah that. That happened way ahead of schedule.
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No, of course he has no time, because the shucking droid is opening his eyes and looking at him. He purses his lips a little as he regards the life-like being in return, surprised that he hasn't automatically sounded the alarm. It's not his job to activate these things, and it's not his job to even contemplate reprogramming.
It's sort of funny, as they take one another in. There are plenty of very, very human appearing models out there, but this one practically takes the cake. And for a moment, all he can do is take in those big, brown eyes. They're enormous and bright, and he's sufficiently distracted from the "oh, klunk" that was a litany in his head.
This droid is, through and through, a work of art. In engineering, programming-- although he'd gone and shucked that up, hadn't he-- and appearance. And he's being spoken to now, which reminds him of the little problem at hand. ]
... yeah that. That happened way ahead of schedule.