[She's similarly quiet and uncertain for a long time, just working her way through a bit more of the cake and listening to Mike move throughout the restaurant with his strange, heavy-footed gait. He didn't expect her to accept any of what he said, she didn't expect him to take her word that she would, or even could, improve her behaviour. Even his final "or else" doesn't carry any real bite and that leaves Gen feeling nervous, not reassured.
Helpy jumps down from beside her to rush after Mike and offer more assistance, and the pang of loss she feels at his sudden absence knocks the wind out of her lungs. Jesus, is this why Mike surrounds himself with beaming mechanical nightmares? Because they actually feel like safer companions than other people? And is she learning to relate to that? She suddenly misses the two friends she coldly cut out of her life for the ultimate betrayal of dating each other and making her the vestigial organ of the group... and yeah, maybe she's missed them all along, but feeling it so sharply because a robot bear prefers its creator to her is a bit much.]
Hey Mike...? [Even though she has to lift her voice to carry over the sound of his work, it still sounds soft and cautious. This can't sound like a demand. She has to make it clear that she's asking for a favour, something she knows she's in no way owed.] Would you make me a robot like Helpy sometime?
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Helpy jumps down from beside her to rush after Mike and offer more assistance, and the pang of loss she feels at his sudden absence knocks the wind out of her lungs. Jesus, is this why Mike surrounds himself with beaming mechanical nightmares? Because they actually feel like safer companions than other people? And is she learning to relate to that? She suddenly misses the two friends she coldly cut out of her life for the ultimate betrayal of dating each other and making her the vestigial organ of the group... and yeah, maybe she's missed them all along, but feeling it so sharply because a robot bear prefers its creator to her is a bit much.]
Hey Mike...? [Even though she has to lift her voice to carry over the sound of his work, it still sounds soft and cautious. This can't sound like a demand. She has to make it clear that she's asking for a favour, something she knows she's in no way owed.] Would you make me a robot like Helpy sometime?