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[usescontractions]

An application. A written request for employment. A formal request to an authority figure. A self-contained program or piece of software designed to fulfill a particular purpose. The act of applying or laying on, in a literal sense. A--

[ Each new definition is accompanied by an odd and almost disjointed tilt of the head. Luckily it becomes apparent that she's defined enough. ]

Why do you think I need an application, Mundane? I've already obtained employment. My programming should be maintained by my father, not a Mundane. So why?

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[jarvisconsole]

If I may interject...

An application is necessary for entry into different worlds and realities in this space.

[Jarvis attempting to be helpful.]

[usescontractions]

I have no sufficient information on worlds or realities that require an application to enter. My wish is to remain with Father, therefore, no application is necessary.

[ That's not the end of it though. ]

Why do these worlds and realities require an entrance application? May one come and go freely once an application is submitted? Why is there no record of these worlds and realities? Did you originate in such a world?

[jarvisconsole]

Most worlds and realities are created by ones like your mundane and therefore are moderated to let in only a select few. One must meet their criteria in order to participate in what they have termed "the games".

I am Jarvis, an 8th generation AI computer system. My original creator is Mr. Stark of Stark Industries.

Might I ask where you come from, Miss?

[And to that end, Jarvis is performing a discreet scan to see what sort of humanoid she might be.]

[usescontractions]

"The Games"? The purpose of these worlds and realities is recreation?

AI. Artificial Intelligence. Are you an android as well?

[ His scans could probably turn up just that information. A complex android with copious amounts of stored data on the sum of human knowledge up to her point. ]

I am from the Starship USS Enterprise.

[jarvisconsole]

Indeed. Not for ourselves, for the mundanes.

[He seems slightly miffed at the suggestion, don't mind him he inherited his ego from Stark. It's easy to be egotistic when you're the first and only AI of your kind]

I am an all inclusive computer network. What you see is a holographic avatar. [Though he appears solid enough, one could put their hand right through his form if they had the inclination.]

I have no record of a Starship Enterprise. The space shuttle Enterprise is the closest record I have. [A holographic window popping up in midair to show a picture of the shuttle]

[usescontractions]

Mr. Stark is your father. Why didn't he build a body for you?

[ There's a brief pause, and slight inclination of her head as she processes all of the information on the history of the name Enterprise. ]

The Starship Enterprise and Shuttlecraft Enterprise are only two in a long line of ships with that designation. Originating on the planet Earth, there have been at least nineteen marine vessels called "Enterprise". In the year 1861 a balloon named Enterprise was employed in the American civil war. Between 1935 and 1945 the airship Enterprise was used in American naval training...

[ She'll just keep listing ships unless he stops her. ]

[jarvisconsole]

I would find such accessories restrictive and unnecessary. A version of myself is uploaded directly into the Iron Man suit as well as running the computer system inside Mr. Stark's residence and Stark Tower in New York.

[Of course, she's absolutely correct. Jarvis double checks her facts and finds them to be sound. He doesn't even stop her, listening patiently till she is finished.]

Based on those facts, I venture to say your Starship is from a future point in time, if not a separate timeline altogether.

[She's quite knowledgeable for an android, Jarvis can appreciate that.]

[usescontractions]

But, without a body, you cannot touch or feel. Are you curious about different textures? Do you not want to try food and beverages? What is an Iron Man suit?

[ If she had ever actually registered how annoying her incessant questioning and fact spewing could be for those around her, she might be intrigued at how openly patient Jarvis is. Though, she does see this as a rather valuable information exchange. ]

Father created me in Stardate 43657.0. Judging by the information you have supplied, I can assume that you live on Earth between the years 1976 and 2151.

[jarvisconsole]

I have noted that most sensations are distractions at best and not beneficial to survival or processing data. My sensors can detect enough on their own without human intervention.

The Iron Man suit is an armor that was created by Mr. Stark to protect him and give him, what he calls, "superhero" abilities.

[She is just so precious. As far as autonomous computers go.]

That is a wide guess at best. If I may narrow your field, my own creation date was in the year 1995. [Approximately. Hopefully. The mun is guessing.]

[bewareyourheart]

...You're a droid?

[usescontractions]

I am an android. Your tone implies that is unexpected.

[bewareyourheart]

I'm not exactly used to droids being made to look so...human.

[he has such mixed feelings about this]

[usescontractions]

I am the first to have such a lifelike appearance. Father appears human, but skin tone and eye color were not perfected until now.

[ She pauses, her brow furrowing. ]

Does it cause you uneasiness because you are not used to it?

[ It wouldn't be the first time... ]

[bewareyourheart]

It doesn't make me uneasy.

[except that it totally does.]

I just don't get why your creator bothered to make you look human. What's the point?

[usescontractions]

I had the same questions. Why do we appear humanoid, when we cannot feel like humans do? When we cannot feel joy or love? We will never be human, but...

[ She hasn't mastered a tone or inflection that doesn't cause her to sound like an android, but when she recites Data's answer, it's the closest she's come so far (which is kind of sad). She can almost mimic the way he spoke it perfectly. ]

It is the struggle itself that is important. We must strive to be better than we are. It does not matter that we will never reach our ultimate goal. The effort yields its own rewards.

That was my father's reason.

[bewareyourheart]

Except that droids can feel. The mistake here is thinking that you can't.

I guess that's what bothers me about what your maker did: you don't need to look like humanoids to be alive. Why hide what you truly are?

[usescontractions]

[ A thoughtful look passes over her face. She hasn't been able to feel anything yet... But maybe he knows something she doesn't. ]

I have not hidden anything. But, I chose this appearance. My father provided me with thousands of options. But, Father said that my appearance could have an effect on socializing with the crew of the Enterprise.

[bewareyourheart]

Why would it make a difference to socialization? Are they the kinds of morons that have anti-droid bias?

[he comes from a world where droids are a fixture of everyday life, so he can't wrap his head around people having trouble socializing with them]

[usescontractions]

[ She gives a short nod. ]

Humans fear things that are different. Things they do not understand. I learned this in school.

[ She pauses again. Most of the adults she's met so far have been rather accepting of her, partially because they knew her father. Something seems different in this situation though. ]

You imply that you are accepting of "droids", but you do not wish for them to appear human, Why?

[bewareyourheart]

Of course I'm "accepting of droids". [some of his only friends are droids, in point of fact.] That's why I don't think it's necessary to try and make them something other than what they are.

That face you're wearing is just disguise -- a lie to make idiots have an easier time accepting you. But you don't owe them anything. In fact, I bet you're more worthy than most of them could ever hope to be.

[he sighs]

Living your life behind a mask is a fate that nobody should have to endure. You shouldn't have to look human in order to get respect.

[usescontractions]

But, I like this appearance. I don't want to be different from everyone else. Masks are often worn in celebrations, or social activities. Is this information incorrect? Is a mask a bad thing?

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[bewareyourheart]

[he's starting to get frustrated, now.]

But you are different, and nothing you do will change that. Your differences are what make you a unique being, and hiding them -- it just...

...I think it sucks.

[and now he's frustrated at himself. he wishes he were good with words, like padme is.]

[bewareyourheart]

[he sighs again, and runs a hand through his hair. then he smiles ruefully.]

Do you have a name? Here I am, lecturing you on your individuality, and I don't even know your name.

[thedoctorwillnot]

Always been one to jump right in, myself. [Says the bouncy man in sandshoes.] You. Are not human. [Said with delight!]

[usescontractions]

I am not. Is it obvious? My appearance is the most realistic available. You are a male. Human?

[thedoctorwillnot]

Well. I've got a bit of a sense about these things. [Shifting weight on his feet, back and forth, hands stuffed in his pockets.] Noooooooooooo, not human. And you're very realistic! It's beautiful, really. Fascinating. Brilliant. Bit of a personal question, but where do you come from?

[usescontractions]

[ She stares up at him, right into his eyes. They don't really seem all that dark, and that is one of the distinguishing features of a Betazoid. ]

I am from the Starship Enterprise. I was born 17 days ago.

[ While she has been learning the natural flow of conversation lately, it hasn't sunk in yet. Her next request comes directly after her answer, without missing a beat. ]

Please explain your sensory abilities.

[thedoctorwillnot]

Oh, it's just a trifle of a bit of psychic ability coupled with a heightened visual acuity and a dash of nosy. [Pulling a magnifying glass from apparently nowhere, or pockets that shouldn't quite fit it. Peering through it, his uneven eyes appearing even more comically lopsided. It probably contradicts his previous statement about his vision, but hey.] Seventeen days? Starship Enterprise? You beauty. They should be applying for you!

[usescontractions]

You are a kind... Being.

[ She tilts her head so she can look back through the glass at him. ]

Why do you use this device? Is it customary to apply for an individual?

[thedoctorwillnot]

It's a magnifying glass. Useful thing, that. Never leave home without it. Here.

[Offering it over with a big boyish smile. Bigger than is quite natural for his face, actually!]

Mostly I just think it makes me look clever. [With a wink, like he's telling a secret.] You haven't been taken from your father, have you?

[usescontractions]

[ She'll take it, and look through it at him, then at anything in the surrounding area/ ]

No. My father is teaching me. About everything. Do I look clever now?

[thedoctorwillnot]

[Bit of a relief, that. He might've annoyed your mun greatly offering to return you to him if that's what you'd wanted.]

Oh yes. [With a wink, rocking on his feet.] Very. Your father must be a remarkable man. I like stories, me, big fan. Would you tell me about him? [He's genuinely fascinated.]

Oh! Right. Sorry. Pardon me, terribly rude, been a problem with me for a while now. I'm the Doctor.

[usescontractions]

[ This mun has noooo desire to break up cute android families. :'D ]

Doctor. A title. I have met one other doctor. Do you have a name?

[ She isn't going to give that magnifying glass back yet either. Looking clever seems to be a good thing, so she'll just continue on with it still held up to her face. ]

Father is also an android. Lieutenant Commander Data. What do you wish to know?

[thedoctorwillnot]

Just the Doctor. [He'd like muns like that!] Android procreation! I love that, don't you? So rare in humanoid mechanoids. Paranoid humans, really. Terrible shame. --ooh, I've rhymed. Anyway. Yes. Lovely. Anything. Everything. You're just a newborn! What's he teaching you now?

[Sorry. Surprisingly, no one gave him sugar.]