one [Dating. It's another thing Sulla's only read about in books, another oh-so-human thing that she wants to experience - but like this? At least she looks nice for the occasion; her dress has a space print on it, the synthetic-looking parts of her arms are covered by a cardigan, and her hair is done in a low braid.]
[Maybe it should be nervewracking that they know exactly what her personal style is, but they have all her code, don't they? (Even the parts she doesn't think of as code.) What's more worrying right now is, uh, the selection of monsters to date... Oh, hey, that one is kind of cute! Cute in the way a bug is, with all that carapace and those beady eyes.]
[It is opening its maw, which goes back way further than it should physically be able to and it's really creepy and oh god why. Sulla's instincts (instincts?) leap in, and she barrels into the side of whatever poor person is about to get consumed. And then she picks that person clean off the ground.]
[And then you're both in the air, and Sulla is yelling to the rest of the poor saps on the ground:] If you can break its neck, try to break its neck! [Time to put that biology knowledge to use, if it's helpful at all!]
two [Well, NO INTELLIGENCE is factually untrue, and NO STRENGTH is too (it's pretty easy to give a robot super strength, all things considered), so NO CHARISMA is the logical conclusion. Let nobody say Sulla Pinsky is not aware of her faults.]
[Even so, she has a little bit of an idea how to do makeup. It is only a little bit; she doesn't wear it, and she grew up in a household full of a bachelor and robots, but some things are learned in the process of assimilating into human society. She's applying blush to the monster's... Cheekbones??... when someone else comes into the room and is greeted with a help me, senpai! Sulla turns around, suddenly embarrassed and not knowing why.]
Oh! H-hi there. [With a shrug:] Grab a brush, I guess.
three god help you [Something went horribly wrong along the way - well, you know, a lot of things went horribly wrong. Sulla doesn't really want to talk about the whole other-universe, world-destroyed, alone thing just yet. Still, this whole thing makes her feel emotionally exhausted, like she wants to sleep for a week... Maybe she's about to, until she wakes up in a cage. Wait, a cage? Oh, she's...]
[Naked. People that aren't her creator (and she doesn't like that, either) have seen her naked, now. At least two people: the monster and whatever person is on the other side of the cage. Even with her relative lack of sexual organs, and even with the knowledge that her body is not that of a boy anymore, Sulla is not a happy young lady. Especially since now, everyone knows even more she's synthetic. Different.]
[That is to say, whoever else is in the cage will notice a 5'8" ball of naked robot girl making a keening noise kind of like a distressed dog. If you listen closer, you'll be able to make out that the whining is in the shape of the word:] Whyyyyyyyyyy.
Sulla Pinsky | O Human Star
[Dating. It's another thing Sulla's only read about in books, another oh-so-human thing that she wants to experience - but like this? At least she looks nice for the occasion; her dress has a space print on it, the synthetic-looking parts of her arms are covered by a cardigan, and her hair is done in a low braid.]
[Maybe it should be nervewracking that they know exactly what her personal style is, but they have all her code, don't they? (Even the parts she doesn't think of as code.) What's more worrying right now is, uh, the selection of monsters to date... Oh, hey, that one is kind of cute! Cute in the way a bug is, with all that carapace and those beady eyes.]
[It is opening its maw, which goes back way further than it should physically be able to and it's really creepy and oh god why. Sulla's instincts (instincts?) leap in, and she barrels into the side of whatever poor person is about to get consumed. And then she picks that person clean off the ground.]
[And then you're both in the air, and Sulla is yelling to the rest of the poor saps on the ground:] If you can break its neck, try to break its neck! [Time to put that biology knowledge to use, if it's helpful at all!]
two
[Well, NO INTELLIGENCE is factually untrue, and NO STRENGTH is too (it's pretty easy to give a robot super strength, all things considered), so NO CHARISMA is the logical conclusion. Let nobody say Sulla Pinsky is not aware of her faults.]
[Even so, she has a little bit of an idea how to do makeup. It is only a little bit; she doesn't wear it, and she grew up in a household full of a bachelor and robots, but some things are learned in the process of assimilating into human society. She's applying blush to the monster's... Cheekbones??... when someone else comes into the room and is greeted with a help me, senpai! Sulla turns around, suddenly embarrassed and not knowing why.]
Oh! H-hi there. [With a shrug:] Grab a brush, I guess.
three god help you
[Something went horribly wrong along the way - well, you know, a lot of things went horribly wrong. Sulla doesn't really want to talk about the whole other-universe, world-destroyed, alone thing just yet. Still, this whole thing makes her feel emotionally exhausted, like she wants to sleep for a week... Maybe she's about to, until she wakes up in a cage. Wait, a cage? Oh, she's...]
[Naked. People that aren't her creator (and she doesn't like that, either) have seen her naked, now. At least two people: the monster and whatever person is on the other side of the cage. Even with her relative lack of sexual organs, and even with the knowledge that her body is not that of a boy anymore, Sulla is not a happy young lady. Especially since now, everyone knows even more she's synthetic. Different.]
[That is to say, whoever else is in the cage will notice a 5'8" ball of naked robot girl making a keening noise kind of like a distressed dog. If you listen closer, you'll be able to make out that the whining is in the shape of the word:] Whyyyyyyyyyy.