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Thread: Madman And Machine [Mim&Leon]

If my occular receptors require lubrication, why not use mineral oil as you have in my orifices? Widget asked, attempting blinking again. Why do humans not try that? She was trying to help, but before Lachland could explain to her that it was a biological function they were interrupted by Colonel Tate crossing the road to meet them. How do you do, Miss erm...Widget you said it was? Colonel Tate looked confused as he bent to kiss her hand. Odd name, that, he mumbled, but Widget's sharp hearing picked up on it anyway. It's the name that was given to me, she said, still smiling disconcertingly. She's a family friend, showing her the sights, Lachland explained, taking the undivided attention off of the automaton. And whom are these strapping young lads you have tailing you? Ah yes! The colonel waved the gentlemen forward. Both appeared to be in their early twenties, fresh-faced and eager to prove themselves to society. My nephews, Henry Farlington and his brother Edward. They're in town to learn the trade, and I'm teaching them every trick in the book. Since his retirement Colonel Tate's business had been textiles and trade, mostly, and it was unclear which the young men were supposed to be learning. A pleasure to meet you, Mister Williams, Henry said, stepping forward and shaking Lachland's hand before taking Widget's to kiss it. And you, Miss um...? Widget, she reminded them. Even if she had understood the use of surnames, Master had never given her one. Miss Widget. He smiled nervously. Her stare was a little unnerving, but refreshing for a woman of society. Most of them cast their eyes down and fluttered their fans demurely and he could never quite tell whether they were addressing him or the ground. Even so, if this Williams had no use of her and she was truly only a friend , he and his brother had need of wives, if nothing else to stop their mother's nagging. She was pretty enough, if there were no other ladies of sufficient standing interested. Have you been in town long? Edward asked after echoing his brother's greetings to Williams and Widget. This is my first walk out in town, she said politely, her smile never wavering.
Thread: Madman And Machine [Mim&Leon]

Lachland would continue to smile his seemingly ever lasting smile, one that he would put on from time to time, usually when out and about. The Colonel would remark about Widget's name to which she would so justly remark that it was her given name. The ability to keep a conversation was something he would surely have to do when they returned home. He would then let his attention turn toward the two younger gentlemen, Henry and Edward as they were called. Lachland would look to Colonel yet again, an appearance of enjoyment crossed his lips. If they find a tutor in you, they will become fine businessmen. He would turn to Henry, tilting his head forward in a show of respect and acknowledgement. The pleasure is all mine. He would look toward Widget, mostly her hand and then toward Henry. While his wish was for her to become more human, the sight of her being touched was unsettling on a small scale. It was then that Edward would chime into the conversation about them being on the town. Shortly after Widget would finish, Lachland would have it followed by his own. She's from the country side. They don't have much and the cobblestone of the town is a new experience for her. I am aiming to ease her into the city life, step by step. He had come up with a fairy tail that would give the best excuses for what may or may not happen whilst they were in the company of others. He did not think of everything but he felt himself smart enough for most occasions to spin a lie or two if need be. He would let his hand come to rest on Widget's shoulder. She is a rather remarkable woman and I just couldn't let her sit at home all day, so here we are.
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Remarkable indeed, Henry agreed amiably. If you wish to ease her into city life step-by-step, as you put it, why not make it a dance step? We're hosting a party a fortnight hence I'd be absolutely chuffed if you both could come. I would be delighted. Having only interacted with Lachland and Perkins, the manservant, Widget had never had cause to deny a request. She therefore accepted automatically, without consulting her Master on his wishes. Wonderful! Edward put in. We'll introduce you to all the best people. Yes, yes, very good, the Colonel put in, irritated that his conversation had been hijacked by the two young bucks. In the meantime Williams, it's been too long. Stop by the club this evening, will you? Brandy, cigars, cards...you must tell us what you've been up to with this lovely young woman. After securing Lachland's promise that he would come, Tate ushered off his nephews to an appointment they were now running late for. Widget tilted her head again in something which imitated curiosity and watched after them. Ought I learn to dance, Mas-- Lachland? she inquired, turning her piercing gaze to him. I was practicing blinking throughout that conversation. Did I do well?
Thread: Madman And Machine [Mim&Leon]

Henry would bring about the idea that a gala would surely be the best if they wished for her to integrate into society. Before Lochland could even get a word in edge wise, Widget would put herself forward on her own accord. His eyes would shift and fall onto her in a bit of surprise and bewilderment, though it would soon return to the normal stare as the one he had prior. He would look back to Henry and then to Edward with a nod. We would be delighted. The Colonel would offer him an invitation to come to a club and seemed like he was not planning on taking no for an answer. That sounds like a grand time, you will be seeing me there. Lachland would watch as the Colonel would leave with his family in toe, giving a soft wave to bid them farewell. Widget would speak about dancing and that she had put her blinking into practice the entire time. Yes. It isn't the best time but it was sure to happen eventually. He was both happy that she had put forth the effort on her own accord but at the same time, he wasn't sure if he felt it as progress or not. You were doing quite well. Now, you have to make sure that you continue it when no one is around. The more you do, the better you will get at it. Now... He would pull up his arm to retrieve the pocket watch from his pocket. We will have to get on that dancing if you are to look the proper lady at the event and now I have to deal with Colonel Tate this evening as well...lives small inconveniences. Come. He place the watch back into its pocket and rose his arm for her to take. They needed to get back in order to get themselves ready for the events to come and maybe do some tweaking when time permitted.
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I am pleased that you seem satisfied with my improvement, Widget said chipperly, but I will do as you say and keep practicing. She immediately proceeded to set a process to practice blinking, and blinked six times a minute for the next fourteen hours. Will two weeks be sufficient time to teach me how to dance, Master? Widget asked as they walked up the steps to their home. The door opened without Lachland needing to reach for his key and Perkins took his coat and hat. Good afternoon, Mister Perkins, she greeted him as she had been taught. He had been there to see her born, but had never seemed to think of her in the same way that Master did. He always referred to her as Master Lachland's toy. This evening was no different he sniffed and grudgingly took her coat before turning to his employer. Good afternoon, Master Lachland, he greeted, not addressing Widget. Will you be taking your tea in the study as usual? Or in the laboratory today? After receiving his orders he gave a short, stiff bow and set off down the hall, his heels clicking sharply on the dark wood floors. Widget watched after him, then followed Lachland wherever he might lead. Colonel Tate said he wanted to see you this evening, she pointed out, eagerly following him, but it's only one o'clock now. Are we to spend the next few hours dancing? Or did you want to examine my gears? Or is there something you would like for me to do for you? She had been created, after all, to be a servant. Her impetus was to serve.
Thread: Madman And Machine [Mim&Leon]

Lachland expected nothing less from Widget than the will to be better. To be better than those around her and he was sure that, in time, that wouldn't be an issue. This was just as a child would be, to be taught everything from the ground up, for diligent work to be rewarded with a being that will surely bring him the utmost joy. I am. You will need to be able to make your own decisions in time and who am I to block progress. He had no need for doubts as they were nothing more than trapdoors for failure. He must strive ever forward and never look back. It will be plenty of time my dear. You are a quick study and while I am not the best teacher, I will make you the woman of the hour when the time comes. The door would open as it always had with Perkins there to greet them, Lachland handing his accessories to Perkins to put away. A good afternoon indeed Perkins. The day had started to fill itself quite well and with more stacking, Lachland was finding it more and more interesting to multitask as he would usually do. He felt himself more into matters when he did this, making a train of ideas and tasks. The laboratory Perkins. I've plenty to do before having to go out once again. Lachland would begin his way through the halls with Widget in toe. I think that a little of everything would get my mind bubbling. He would come to a stop in front of a bookshelf that he would await Widget to pull open for them to enter into his laboratory. The laboratory itself was seemingly the larger portion of the house on the inside. It was just a large room that had rows upon rows of books along one wall. Vials and concoctions along another with parts that looked to be human in nature but had a sheen of iron and metal upon them. A large table sat in the middle of the room which had seen many a failure and few successes, his greatest walking with him.
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My own decisions? The smallest of frowns creased Widget's features for a brief moment before she followed Master into the house. But I was made to serve. You told me so. The idea was a strange one to her, one which occupied some of her processing power as they greeted Perkins then crossed into the parlor. Master stopped in front of the bookshelf and waited for Widget, with her superhuman strength, to move it aside for him. She did so easily, even with the shelves loaded with heavy tomes, and closed it after them. There was a lever for Perkins to pull, or for Master if ever she wasn't with him when he needed to get into the laboratory. When he was not teaching her how to be human or testing her out, Widget spent most of her time in the laboratory either recharging the generator hidden in the small of her back or reading one of the many, many books. It was her room, of sorts, as well as Master's workspace. Without being told Widget stripped from her dress and undergarments, folding them neatly over the back of a chair, and walked over to the table in the middle of the room. Naked, she slid up onto it, her feet dangling a few feet from the floor, and waited for Master to approach. It was often but not always his custom to examine her and make a few adjustments whenever he had her out for extended periods of time. What improvements do you think could be made, Master? she asked eagerly, still practicing her blinking at disturbingly regular intervals. Her smile, manic before, looked a bit more genuine when she turned it to him. She did not understand human customs, but inasmuch as she was able to feel happy she felt happy when she looked at him. It pleased her to please him and she was more able to approximate the organic muscle movements of a genuine smile.
Thread: Madman And Machine [Mim&Leon]

And I stand by that statement. You will serve me in this as well. To be able to do things without me having to guide you to them. To make your own judgement calls to better my life and in turn, your own. He would say these things to her as he began to roll up his sleeves, walking through the bookcase as if her strength was the norm. Lachland loved the smell of his place of work, it gave him such a rush. Others enjoyed the smell of trees in the spring or the smell of the rain but he, he loved the smell of progress. There was nothing that he found more entertaining than that of science. Once he had his sleeves rolled up properly and tightly, he would walk over to the table and pull a screwdriver of sorts from a shelf. Lachland would stand before her, looking her body over for any sort of inconsistency. He would begin to tap his chin as she would begin to speak about just what kind of things he had in mind. He would move closer, placing a hand onto his chin and looking into her eyes, shifting his gaze between them each for longer than a moment. I think that I might be able to make the blinking process go a bit smoother with a tweak. The color of her eyes were unusual but he could not come to change them. It would be simple to give them a dirty brown or a vibrant blue but every time he had committed himself to the idea, one gaze into those amber orbs would quickly withdraw the motion. She was special in every since of the word and why not let the world see her as such. A rare marvel. He would let the words slip from his lips in a low whisper.
Thread: Madman And Machine [Mim&Leon]

Widget caught the whisper and leaned in the way she had seen a young couple do on the corner as they had walked home. You've said so before, Master, she returned in the same low whisper, smiling before straightening. You were thinking about changing my eyes again, weren't you? she asked, moving her hair to one side to expose the access panel behind her ear. She had to peel away some of her synthetic skin--made from a soft leather which, if she guessed right, felt like soft human skin though she didn't have a sense of touch to confirm her suspicions--to reveal the hatch which hid the clockwork and gears inside. You always get that look when you think about it, she added. I wouldn't mind, you know. It makes no difference to me what my eyes look like. She knew he wouldn't change her, though. Master had in the past made adjustments to the way she walked, the way she talked, how she functioned from day to day, and even how she was powered...but he had never changed her hair or her eyes or any of the superficial details about her, like how she looked. It was as though he thought that that part couldn't be improved. She didn't understand that, or why she thought about it with some sense of approval. My internal gyroscope felt like it could use tuning up, too, Widget informed him as he rummaged around her cranial gears. I was steady enough walking at a slow place on cobblestones, but if I had to move more quickly I'm not sure I would be able to properly balance.
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He would let his eyes glance over her as she called him out on his words. You've caught me again. He would lean forward, looking over her shoulder to the spot where she revealed the panel just beyond the ear. He would place a hand onto to the would-be skin, letting his thumb slide across it several times as if to make sure it had not lost its feel. Lachland would place the driver into his mouth as he adjusted his hands against the side of her head, glancing around at the inner workings, each movement ticking away, every piece had a purpose. But I would mind, in the end. It is just a scientist mind to wander on what ifs. Then I actually see you and it would be a travesty and I just can't bring myself to do it. He would then slide the thin piece of metal into the side of her head, making sure not to touch the moving pieces. Widget's body was something that, no matter how much he thought of it, was perfect in his eyes. It was hard to find fault in perfection, though everyone would try and he was no exception to this. Though, just because he looked for it, did not mean that it was there and he was reminded each time he looked at her. She would speak to him as he would adjust the tightness of one gear only to shift to another and loosen it. Well, I would hate to have you topple over at the wrong time. He would then pull the screwdriver from the hole, placing it under his arm as he would move closer to try and take a closer look within her head. Heaven's. Every time I see you, it is breathtaking. The scope of his genus before him, time and time again filled him with such joy and pleasure. Let me get more tools so we can work on that gyro. He would place the screwdriver down onto the table, turning around to walk over to another bench, taking hold of a leather roll and unfolding it to reveal the many different drivers, screws and bars. Each had seen work and it showed with pride. He would take hold of a longer bar and a pair of iron clamps.
Thread: Madman And Machine [Mim&Leon]

I'm glad you find me aesthetically pleasing, Master, Widget said with a note of approval and contentment. I find you aesthetically pleasing, too. You have very symmetrical features. Symmetrical features, she had surmised, was valued as attractive among humans. Therefore she had come to assess people--whether in pictures or passing by the window, or out on their very first walk today--in terms of symmetry. There were a number of people she had seen who had symmetrical features, but none so symmetrical as Master. She felt her processing shift ever-so-slightly as he toyed around with gears, and smiled when he called her breathtaking. That it was a natural smile that an actual human woman might make may have been a result of the gear tightening, or it may have been natural learning. She wasn't certain. Master leaned in to examine the gears more closely, then mentioned re-calibrating her gyroscope. While he was busy finding the tools he needed Widget curled her fingertips under the edge of the skin behind her ear and gently pulled. What could have properly been called her scalp lifted away from her skull , leaving her face covered with skin and revealing the labyrinth of gears, tubes, and wires which made up her brain. She set the scalp on the table next to her, careful not to muss her hair, and tilted her chin down to rest on her chest so he could reach the glistening gyroscope set just above the nape of her neck. Apart from the balance issue I didn't detect any further problems, Widget reported dutifully. I think from here on out it may just be minor adjustments and a matter of learning!
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There would be a moment of pause as Lachland listened to Widget's complement. He didn't care much for complements, they usually held some sort of hidden meaning, some alternative motive. Though, Widget had no such thing, the best word that came to mind was pure. She said what she wished with no reason to say otherwise. This was both a good and bad thing but for the time, it was a welcome complement. Thank you Widget. As he would look down at the tools, his attention would come to the movement of her head. The scalp coming to set on a table near her. Lachland would listen as she stated she didn't think there were any other problems than the ones she stated. He would come to move himself behind her, the larger scope of the inner workings becoming open to him. He was sure that if any normal human being were to witness this, they would surely lose their minds. Possibly even become hostile but that was far from Lachland. While her skin was made to be perfection, he did so enjoy what was inside. It was a popular saying and it held truest for him most of all. He would take another moment, simply watching one part click against another, shifting a gear there and a cog turning here. He would snap back into the right state of mind, using the clamps to take hold of what would be the top of her spine, using his other hand to wield his tool of choice. That is wonderful to hear. So... He would begin his tweaking but he felt conversation eased his hands. What did you think of Colonel Tate and his nephews? Did they leave an impression on you? He would tilt his head as if to look over her shoulder. I think you may have left one on them if I were to guess.
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They were nice men, Widget responded when Master asked her what she thought of the men they had met on their walk. Several gears shifted and turned in a process which she was proud was automatic it indicated an intent to shrug if her holding still hadn't been so vital to Master's improvements. Colonel Tate seemed unsettled by me, though. When humans are genuine their smiles are wide and their eyes get skin folds around them, but his never did. Mister Henry Farlington seemed to like me, though, and he was kind to invite me to the party. Mister Edward Farlington did not make much of an impression on me, she admitted. He was quiet, and we did not talk with them for very long. She waited a beat, and the gears in Widgets brain were turning as she accessed memories of Master's lessons in making conversation. When in doubt, he had said, turn the question back on them. After considering several options, she decided that this was her best one for this particular conversation. Did they leave an impression on you ? Widget returned. And what sort of impression do you think I've left on them? I hope they do not realize that I am not human. That would be a dreadful failure of my purpose, would it not?
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Lachland would turn back to the task at hand and watched meticulously at the gears, memorized at the complexity within her frame but more so that he knew them all by heart. Each gear put magnificently into place with careful hands. He would listen as he continued to twist his wrist, turning a screw in order to tighten its fit. She questioned the Colonel's judgements toward her, knowing he put on airs from his facial expressions alone. Henry seemed smitten with her with his young mind all aflutter with anything that would look his way. Edward was left impressionless with nothing to go off of due to the limited interaction. He would move to another cog, pressing against it to make sure it did not move when he did so when she asked him what he thought. Well, the Colonel is a cautious man to his core. He does not do well with different things, you are as different as they come my dear. He would shift his hand around to move to another gear. The young Henry seemed quite enthralled by your very being, hoping you would throw him a word to hang on for the rest of his day. He would turn his nose up as if to get a better sight of the gyro at such an angle. The young mister Edward seemed either frightened to speak to a lady or does not do well in conversations. He would pull out the driver and place it onto the table as he would move a finger along the metal of her spine just below the gyro. They were surely none the wiser Widget. You were just as you should have been. The epitome of a lady, played to the tune of further progress and perfection. He would slide his hand up and rub his hands together in the marvel of all that had come to pass. She had interacted with actual people, made minimal errors and even they were progress as she worked well in correcting them. All the things he had hoped for and more brought him such elation. You will be the talk of the ball when it arrives, that I will assure you Widget. Now, I think the appropriate adjustments have been made.