Post by Aliyah'Vihaan on Jun 14, 2016 19:05:37 GMT -5
Accessing databanks, loading. File uploaded from folder designation “Arrival” 06/3-5
“Blah blah blah blah-Khadan blabbity blah Expedition-blah blah blah blabittiy blab blablab!” The crimson skinned Rhavmani droned on, why must organics insist on utterly pointless conversation that is without true meaning or purpose?
Definition- Small-talk: noun, light conversation; chitchat. Function as a mean of expressing social communication and connection.
As distasteful as this one finds it, it must be endured, entering these organics good graces may prove useful in this one’s master’s goals. Besides Master Eskander may in fact enjoy such fruitless behavior, this one should engage as well. Any moment now will be a window for this one to make a well timed response to demonstrate that this one is both listening and partaking in this small talk, there!
Audio speakers: “HAHA”. The Rhavmani , two humans, and Master Eskander all turned at looked at this one. Perfect, they have found this one's expression of humor to be charming and endearing: success. Their eyebrows are raised as they look at this one with confusion, Master Eskander rolls his eyes and turns away... Has this one miscalculated? No, the equations were perfect! Clearly the organics this one engaged in small talk with are simply flawed, anomalies of their species standards. The Rhavmani looks away from this one and then establishes eye contact with the human and grins; there, he must simply be slow, yes that makes sense. This one gave them too much credit, this must remember that organics are slow to react to change, yes this one will remember to compensate next time. The human looks directly at this one tilts his head before speaking.
“Blah blah blah blah Name blah blaaaaaah blah?”
Another opportunity! Compensating for the estimated delay of their cognizant processing speeds, before proceeding to establish verbal communication via audio speakers.
“This one is Model AY-ZIG-10 Designation 1544C” Flawless. The strange organics look at each other with looks of confusion on their faces for a long moment without responding. NO! This one has failed! This one has clearly broken their central nervous system hub, they are unable to process simple concepts like this one’s name. Woe this venture has taken a dark turn, this one’s master seemed to enjoy small talk with these organics too. Where will this one find suitable replacements? Perhaps there are other expeditioners this one could arrange to speak with Master Eskander, but what if they are not of the appropriate grouping (Two Humans, x1 Rhavmani)? If there are no other Rhavmani, perhaps if this one found an extra human and skinned the flesh from their face? It would have to be a temporary solution as the crimson coloring of the exposed blood and muscle tissue will darken rapidly as the blood cells lose the hemoglobin... but it will have to do until this one can find a more permanent solution.
Processing, another potential problem; what if this one is unable to find the appropriate genders of each species to match this existing grouping? If necessary this one could attempt corrective surgery...
Processing. Wait, perhaps all hope is not yet lost for these particular organics. If they are salvageable it would be far more efficient than assaulting and delicately skinning the facial tissue off of a potentially armed Expeditioner. This one’s master never can seem to be bothered with this one’s Model and Designation... perhaps they would find the word Master uses, yes this seems logical, unfortunate the statistical odds of it being correct are poor. If this gambit fails, this one will proceed with the previous plan.
“This one’s master calls this one Isaac”
The moment of truth. This one is heavily armed, and this one has sufficient surgical tools to perform the necessary flensing. This one will ambush any wh- wait, visual scanners adjusting. The humans and Rhavmani smile. “Haha, ok that works. Blah blah blaaah blah Train blah bla blaaah blah blaa Seperatists blah blah blaha blah bla blah”
Crisis averted, this one will not need to kidnap or mutilate anyone, these organics will be able to continue making small talk with this one’s master.
File complete.
“Blah blah blah blah-Khadan blabbity blah Expedition-blah blah blah blabittiy blab blablab!” The crimson skinned Rhavmani droned on, why must organics insist on utterly pointless conversation that is without true meaning or purpose?
Definition- Small-talk: noun, light conversation; chitchat. Function as a mean of expressing social communication and connection.
As distasteful as this one finds it, it must be endured, entering these organics good graces may prove useful in this one’s master’s goals. Besides Master Eskander may in fact enjoy such fruitless behavior, this one should engage as well. Any moment now will be a window for this one to make a well timed response to demonstrate that this one is both listening and partaking in this small talk, there!
Audio speakers: “HAHA”. The Rhavmani , two humans, and Master Eskander all turned at looked at this one. Perfect, they have found this one's expression of humor to be charming and endearing: success. Their eyebrows are raised as they look at this one with confusion, Master Eskander rolls his eyes and turns away... Has this one miscalculated? No, the equations were perfect! Clearly the organics this one engaged in small talk with are simply flawed, anomalies of their species standards. The Rhavmani looks away from this one and then establishes eye contact with the human and grins; there, he must simply be slow, yes that makes sense. This one gave them too much credit, this must remember that organics are slow to react to change, yes this one will remember to compensate next time. The human looks directly at this one tilts his head before speaking.
“Blah blah blah blah Name blah blaaaaaah blah?”
Another opportunity! Compensating for the estimated delay of their cognizant processing speeds, before proceeding to establish verbal communication via audio speakers.
“This one is Model AY-ZIG-10 Designation 1544C” Flawless. The strange organics look at each other with looks of confusion on their faces for a long moment without responding. NO! This one has failed! This one has clearly broken their central nervous system hub, they are unable to process simple concepts like this one’s name. Woe this venture has taken a dark turn, this one’s master seemed to enjoy small talk with these organics too. Where will this one find suitable replacements? Perhaps there are other expeditioners this one could arrange to speak with Master Eskander, but what if they are not of the appropriate grouping (Two Humans, x1 Rhavmani)? If there are no other Rhavmani, perhaps if this one found an extra human and skinned the flesh from their face? It would have to be a temporary solution as the crimson coloring of the exposed blood and muscle tissue will darken rapidly as the blood cells lose the hemoglobin... but it will have to do until this one can find a more permanent solution.
Processing, another potential problem; what if this one is unable to find the appropriate genders of each species to match this existing grouping? If necessary this one could attempt corrective surgery...
Processing. Wait, perhaps all hope is not yet lost for these particular organics. If they are salvageable it would be far more efficient than assaulting and delicately skinning the facial tissue off of a potentially armed Expeditioner. This one’s master never can seem to be bothered with this one’s Model and Designation... perhaps they would find the word Master uses, yes this seems logical, unfortunate the statistical odds of it being correct are poor. If this gambit fails, this one will proceed with the previous plan.
“This one’s master calls this one Isaac”
The moment of truth. This one is heavily armed, and this one has sufficient surgical tools to perform the necessary flensing. This one will ambush any wh- wait, visual scanners adjusting. The humans and Rhavmani smile. “Haha, ok that works. Blah blah blaaah blah Train blah bla blaaah blah blaa Seperatists blah blah blaha blah bla blah”
Crisis averted, this one will not need to kidnap or mutilate anyone, these organics will be able to continue making small talk with this one’s master.
File complete.
