
Rogue Project Star Robot
꒰ he/him - ❝I am nothing like you. I. No. I don't think I can be good enough. Whatever that may mean for you.❞ ꒱
It's not a good day today. My brother is on the couch, lying down, facing the cushions.
He
only ever does that
when he is having a bad day.
Today is not a good day.
I do not like when he has bad days. I do not like it when he feels... "bad". He's said before
it's just
something he has to get over. And there's not much I can do.
But I am lonely.
I like to hear him talk. About anything.
My own words are not as pleasant as my brother's. He says it's fine I do not speak like him, it
reminds him of "the water".
...
But I wish I spoke like him. Then, I could say something comforting.
And he would not have as many bad days.
And I would not be so lonely.
Our room is not much. There is the couch my brother likes, the ceiling light my brother hates,
the wall mirror my brother does not care about, the door where my brother and I leave through
for testing, and the vending machine my brother has mixed feelings about.
He hates most of the available snacks. He does not like chips because they're too light, he does
not like gummy fruit because it's too small and cold, he does not like chocolate because he does
not like cocoa, and he does not like granola bars because they're pretentious.
Not like I really understand. I don't have the ability to eat like he does, so his opinions
are my opinions through supposition.
But he likes the oatmeal cream pies. I tried to tell him the labeling is a lie: it's really just
two oatmeal cookies with filling in-between. But then he told me to shut up. So.
It's not like it's trouble getting snacks, but those that own this place rarely get anything
restocked, so it's usually left untouched by us both.
But maybe today will be the day it is restocked. And maybe he will stop feeling "bad."
Taking a onceover, there is a couple left. I tap and order one, grabbing the snack from the
dispensary.
And well, before I give it to my brother, for whatever reason, my reflection catches my eye.
I don't think much about my appearance usually, I am Primary. A robot under Project Star in
testing. That is all. But my attention is held by the snack in my hand.
I don't know why.
My brother and I are certain the mirror is two-way. He told me it's so the roboticists can make
sure we do not kill each other. I told him that's an awful thing to say.
I would never think of killing my brother.
"Prime, what the hell are you doing?"
I turn my head, he's sat up now. His hair is a mess and he looks exhausted. But he's up at
least.
I turn my head to the floor. "Nothing. No. Well. No. Nothing. I am doing nothing right now."
"You can lift your head, Prime."
He's right beside me now, just the two of us. In front of the two-way mirror.
I don't understand why the roboticists would think we would ever kill each other.
"You know what would be cool?"
Secondary grins at me in the mirror. "No, I don't know. What do you think would be cool?"
"If we could take a picture. Wish they'd give us a camera in here or something."
He frowns to himself.
"Well, I've taken a photo already."
"Huh? OH, RIGHT, HAHA. I forgot you can do that! Hey, send it to me." He's grinning wide.
I turn away. "No."
"WHAT?"
"No. It's mine. I took the photo, I am keeping it for myself."
"??? Prime. Be serious, just send me the photo."
"No. I. No. I will not do that."
"I... Primary."
"No."
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Joseph W.F.
꒰ she/her - ❝WHAT? Wai- Oh! You're leaving already? Oh, Well... Wait, Hold on! Please, take this at least. I insist! AH! No buts, Mr. Star!❞ ꒱
"Aww. I'm happy now. But, I mean, before I found how to be happy, I was pretty miserable."
She shifts herself on the rail of her baclony, the dimples of her face giving away the smile
hidden underneath her mustache.
I'm not entirely she if she wants me to move next to her. I stand in place.
"I mean, I was happy with the first family I got to work for.
I was one of the first manufactured robots of that time. The ones made for public use.
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Deus
꒰ he/she - ❝What a great talk we had today! Have a Lovely Day in our Lovely World! ... I'll see you next month.❞ ꒱

The 14th.
Every 14th, I invite my little brother over to my office on the 51st level. The absolute top of
LOVELYWXRLD, sitting inside the star itself.
And suprisingly, he's on time every time. Even when I'm
running late, he's... there.
He just sits there in front of my desk. He doesn't even look at anything, or maybe twiddle with
something to pass the time.
He just... sits there.
And then, when I finally show up, apologizing for making him wait. He turns and just...
"I don't need an apology. No. Sorry. Thank you. This won't cut into the 75 minutes, does
it?"
Just as always.
It makes me laugh, if I'm honest. He'd probably sit there for a day and still say the same
thing.
I can't even hide the chuckle as I sit down at my desk, shaking my head.
"You already know the answer, why would it? Hahaha..."
It's not easy to notice if you don't know him, but he relaxes. His fans slow and the sparks in
his shredded arm dull to a stop.
"How's..."
I gesture to the mangled star.
"Okay."
He doesn't move it, he doesn't even glance at it.
He never tells me what happened and I don't ask.
A minute passes in silence. He twitches.
He hates talking. But he hates the wasted minutes more.
"How. I. Sorry. How are you?"
I pretend to think on it. Like I don't know what what he wants to hear.
I grin, before recounting my month and what he's missed. There's nothing even exciting about
what I say, usually meetings, finances, people I've met. I can't say he even understands all of
the
jargon. I think he just wants to hear me talk, if anything.
By the time, I'm done, there's only five minutes left.
As usual.
He's practically yanking on the hanging wires of the remnants of his arm. I'm never sure if I
should point it out.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. Sorry. Yes, I'm sorry."
It makes me laugh, because I know he's not apologizing for his arm. But because he thinks I
think he wasn't paying attention.
Kinda funny.
He slows the yanking to the occassional tug at the wires. Calming himself, I think.
"This was nice. Yes. Did. Do you want me to come next month?"
I flick my earring, once again pretending to think on it. He asks like I'm the one who needs the
meeting. I grin widely.
"Of course, it would be fun!"
He stops tugging and relaxes again. I didn't even notice his fans cool.
"Okay. I'm sorry."
"You're forgiven."
He stands, though doesn't turn to the door. He tugs at his wires again.
"Are you angry with me."
I tilt my head, my earring resting against my cheek.
"Should I be?"
I'm not sure if that calms him, but he stops tugging. He turns to the door.
"Okay. Good-bye. Please expect me next month."
There's a mirror above the door that lets me see his face as he leaves. I wave.
"I always do. Bye! I love you!"
His head lowers before he closes the door.
I make a note in my calendar.
For the next 14th.




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