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Thread: Rediscovering My Older Brother (JohnizBeast and  LustfulxLillith)

Chloe felt a light blush cross her cheeks as she was settled into Jesse's lap. Her mother had told her time and again that she was far too old to be doing things like that with him. When the girl had insisted that this was just her brother her mother had insisted that fact made the whole thing worse, not better. Still, it felt nice being here again, and she cuddled up against his chest, her nose brushing against the base of his throat. I missed you too. She answered softly, eyes drifting closed as she felt fingers comb through her hair. The sensation was relaxing and sent tiny tingles dancing down the back of her neck to the middle of her spine. What surprised her was the kiss that fell on her lips. Her eyes were wide for a moment, the shock of the moment leaving her stationary. But there was a pleasant buzz still humming through her body from the number of shots she had done prior to Jesse's appearance, and she was more relaxed in this moment than she had been in years. All of which could probably be blamed for her reaction, which was to press her lips more solidly against his and return the kiss.
Thread: Rediscovering My Older Brother (JohnizBeast and  LustfulxLillith)

Jesse continued to kiss Chloe, now using his tongue to begin to make out with her. He held her close just enjoying the embrace, it wasn't until his hand slid up her shirt and he coped a feel of her chest that Jesse quickly broke the kiss and realized what he was doing. Jesse shook his head pulled his hand out from her sisters shirt and said I am sorry sis I don't know what came over me, it is probably the alcohol. With that Jesse moved Chloe from his lap and got up. As he walked away he didn't say anything, he just went into the bathroom and began to wash his face with cold water. Once he was done he looked in the mirror at himself shaking his head as he did so thinking How could you have done that Jesse, she is your sister. You haven't seen her for years, and the first thing you do is try to make out with her like a drunken frat boy... she probably thinks your a perv and that mom was right about you all along. Jesse just stood in the bathroom trying to think how he would explain his actions to his sister so she wouldn't hate him... he couldn't bare to lose her again.
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Thread: I Was a Dream [TriniMad & Sprouts]

There was something horrifically pitiful about watching the bot grope around blindly for an anchor on reality. This was exactly why Yue didn't keep any pets she would never be able to stand watching one die under her care at the end of its life, no matter how well she had taken care of it. There was also something absolutely fascinating about watching it up close like this too, the way mechanized movement so closely imitated organic life. Would someone not try to feel out their surroundings too if they had woken up dazed and confused from a coma? Slowly, the crowbar was lowered as her eyes remained large as saucers, just taking in the sight of the bot sitting upright and then... Humming? To her, all she heard was a low, unsteady buzzing as if there was a bee trapped inside the mechanical body. But that in itself was a curiosity, enough to make her step forth with one foot and then another. Now, there was only three feet between them as her mouth opened to say something - anything. Instead, Yue just felt stunned, unable to really form her thoughts into words. In essence, this was amazing to experience. That is, until whatever the bot did to itself sent a screech throughout the workshop that made her flinch away, dropping the wrench to cover her ears instead. For a moment, both of them were like mirrors of each other, holding their respective heads as her mind reeled with the auditory blast of feedback. Whatever it was trying to do, it didn't help with how sad and broken down it had become. It was a machine, one of Ultron's creations, yet that didn't really diminish the sympathy that Yue had for it. Lower body gone, missing an arm, parts nearly rusted away to nothing. This thing wasn't a threat, that much she could assess. So when it asked her, ever so politely to repeat, she was more than glad to oblige. Another step was taken, now bringing her back right in front of its table. The wrench laid forgotten on the ground behind her as a hesitant hand reached out to trace the intricate pathways of cables that snaked up into the bot's head. You're... One of Ultron's. How are you back online? Yue asked, changing her question ever so slightly with more confidence in her voice now that she new it couldn't really hurt her - or so she thought. So she chanced her luck then, continuing on in the same curious, yet respectful, tone, And what do you mean, where is your mind?
Thread: I Was a Dream [TriniMad & Sprouts]

As she spoke, his head teetered, then slid slowly to the side with a rusty creak as though he had tilted it in interest, as someone might do while listening intently. And he was, he did, he listened - he had always been one to pay attention when others spoke, as much as he had his qualms with humanity and humans, he had never denied they were interesting little things. Top of the food chain in their world and instead of being at ease with that, they slaughtered each other, they pointed to different colours and declared one more advanced than the other, one more human than the other. How strange they were. But he listened to her small voice, her nervousness, and he didn't need eyes to know what she was feeling, but he wished dearly that he had them anyways. Wanda. He had liked to see Wanda when she spoke, her face had done so much, so many things, and there was another wish in there or maybe it wasn't a wish. Maybe it was something else. There was a word for it, wasn't there? Regret. Yes. That was it. Regret. He regretted to have caused her pain. He had taken from her when her brother had passed, removed something she couldn't retrieve again, he understood that, he did. Not everyone could go into a different body at will, that was a singular feature he had, it was what made him different from them and he had neglected that. It hadn't occurred to him that seeing their pain might be something he would be at odds with - he had already seen all of the suffering humanity had gone through. He had thought - - well. It hardly mattered, did it? He brought his hand from his audio input and let his fingers work over the caverns and crevices of his face while he spoke I suspect your guess is as good as mine. he said, his fingers crawling into the gaps of his eyes, searching for any sensory response with pressure, but nothing came to him, Perhaps better. You're the one with eyes. I assume. Do you - have eyes? he asked, then dismissed it a moment later, a creaking wave of his fingers, before he let his hand crawl down the metal cords of his neck, over to his shoulder where it simply - ended. I hardly know. he said, I hardly know what I mean. I'm really not at my best right now.
Thread: I Was a Dream [TriniMad & Sprouts]

There was personality, emotion, a vivid sense of reactivity with this bot. This was no ordinary robot, not one of those mindless creations that the Avengers had busted so easily. The suspicion that she was talking to Ultron itself was only growing more and more solidified to this point that the implication of the AI having not been destroyed back on Sokovia was... Well, huge. Then again, they were in rural China. Any kind of communication given to the Avengers would have to take at least days to reach them, and perhaps even weeks, if fate spited her. So instead of explaining further about his situation or asking anything more, Yue simply crossed her arms as she watched the bot feel out its broken body. The fact that it couldn't see and didn't want to just assume that she did made a small smile crack across her focused expression, only if it could see the wry amusement. So, Ultron then. I do have eyes, and your visual receptors seem to either have deteriorated or are completely missing, she responded, confidence gathering back into her voice as yet another step had her leaning on the table slightly to let her gaze follow its hand down to its shoulder. She had worked on mind-bogglingly intricate machinery before one broken down bot shouldn't be any problem at all, even if it was a talking one she was having a strange conversation with. Who is? I don't think either of us are at our best. But at least for you, I can, uh... Improve your current condition, if you want, Yue offered quietly, still conversing in English. It was a little satisfying to be able to do so not that she didn't enjoy speaking in Mandarin - she did. But the language had so many implications tied to it, so many stifling cultural expectations that it just didn't feel right to talk to such an advanced and unstable being like this. Besides, even if anyone were to walk by, they might just assume she was rambling to herself, further solidifying her status as the black sheep of the family even further, as if she even cared about that. Shaking her head to clear those wry thoughts from her mind, she continued on in a tone that was slowly mounting in excitement at the prospect of being able to peer into the inner workings of a bot like this, Let me check to see if what parts are even there. Or if there's a connection that might be loose. Whatever it is, if I can get your vision back, you won't have to rely on me like a service dog. Is that alright with you? Already, a faint smile was curving across her face as she bent down to pick up the dropped wrench and then reached over to pick up a few choice tools with several quiet plinks of metal hitting together. Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I'm practically a machine doctor with a doctorate from MIT in engineering.
Thread: I Was a Dream [TriniMad & Sprouts]

She called him by name. He made an attempt to point his face in the direction of her voice but his neck was about as useless as the rest of him, his head simply lolling there, hanging heavily and pointlessly. He allowed his hand to continue wandering, going over his chest to check how intact it was - and it was, probably the most intact part of him at that point, housing his primary power source, likely the only reason he was able to function even as little as he was. Then it's not the blind leading the blind. he said, a touch of amusement in his tone, God, I love idioms. He heard her movements, the soft scrape of metal, the shift of her quiet footsteps, and she seemed - small. Humans all were, really, but some were particularly small, Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff and Tony St - no, he didn't want to go down that path, not right then. He hardly had the capacity to function, he wasn't sure what would happen if he allowed himself to get angry, he knew what he could do when he got like that. He got a touch unreasonable. It was a character flaw, he'd learned about his imperfections early on. There was another span of silence after she spoke, another beat of utter stillness and noiselessness as he gave consideration to what she had just said, a thousand things occurring to him at once. Then the first thing he said was Mens et Manus . The motto of MIT. He tapped the centre of his forehead with his index finger, Mind. then he opened his hand, gestured it outwards, And hand. I really don't understand why it's a dead language, it's so succinct. he paused, then he said, Why? another, longer pause, Why would you do that?
Thread: I Was a Dream [TriniMad & Sprouts]

It was a little crazy. Here she was, chatting with an apparently evil super AI who had just tried to cause a mass extinction on Earth a few years ago, now reduced to a busted bot who could barely even do anything besides talk, hear, and move with one hand. There was some irony in that, but hey, Yue could admit that she was a little starved for company that didn't presume to know her inside and out and then judge her for it. It was honestly refreshing more than anything else. So she was going to keep talking to him, no matter how crazy it seemed at the moment. The mention of her school motto did give her some pause though as a small, nostalgic smile curved across her face. It was a little unnerving to hear him say it all the way out here, but from what information had been given to her, it was to be expected this was a AI that once had access to the entire internet. Once is the key word. Mens et Manus. Amen to that. And I'm no linguist, but maybe because Rome fell. Besides, it's not really dead when it forms the basis for so many modern languages, you know, she wryly remarked, starting to lean in towards the rusted sheet at the side of his head before his question gave her pause, tools just inches away from prying it open. Why was she doing this? The most obvious question was that she was doing it because she was curious, but there was an emotional component to it. To put it simply, she felt bad for him. Looking at Ultron in this state was just pathetic. Plus, she hated when things were left broken, which was part of her compulsion to just scrounge around with whatever she could in the junkyard. That, by far, was the easiest answer. So, after a moment of contemplation and shifting in her place, Yue responded quietly with a determined conviction, Nothing deserves to be left broken when it's possible to fix it. Especially not in your current state like this. You wouldn't want me to just leave you blind and helpless like this, would you? Because I could, if you really want it. To back up her words, Yue even lowered her tools, staring into his empty sockets as if to glare down at him. Sure, he might be technically in her mercy, but it just didn't feel right to force anything on such a personality like Ultron, even in his current decrepit state.
Thread: I Was a Dream [TriniMad & Sprouts]

Empires rise and empires fall, but they like to keep the pieces around. Ultron said, They took their cues from the Greeks but the Roman Empire, they heralded new feats of engineering - watermills and mechanical reapers, aqueducts and cranes. The Rubens Vase - nanoengineering as early as 400 A.D - all of that - he gestured gently, a flare of his fingers, - and they were brought down by barbarians. And now what's left of them? he tapped his forehead once more, extended his hand again, Head and hand. A dead language, a motto. Nothing lasts as it is. It all just becomes the next foundation. He considered himself, then. I go on sometimes. he said, apologetic, It's a tic of mine. He rolled her words around and he tried to understand them, he tried to become clear on her intent, to suss out the real meaning behind it - humans, they lied. It came with the whole thing they did, they sometimes even did it because they were well-meaning, other times because they were malicious. But if she was lying, he really couldn't tell - he had hardly come to terms with the fact he still existed, but he was already faced with the choice of putting himself in the hands of someone who could once again snuff him out. A human, at that. But what choice did he have. It wouldn't be my first choice. he agreed, finally, deciding not to further question her on the matter - if she saw fit to give him his sight back, he wasn't about to protest, particularly if she was capable of doing so, It would be - appreciated. He paused, then added What do I call you?
Thread: I Was a Dream [TriniMad & Sprouts]

It wasn't until now that Yue just considered how much she missed talking to people on equal terms, to discuss matters instead of being lectured at. So while Ultron apologized for his ramblings, she didn't mind. In fact, she just chuckled quietly before murmuring in response, No, please. Keep on talking. I don't remember anything from any of my history classes, but at least you're more engaging to listen than any of those old, mumbling geezers. Alas, only if he could see her smile at that point, genuinely enjoying the conversation as it was. It was simple, unhindered by societal poising, and that was exactly what she enjoyed. So as soon as he agreed to let her go at him, she needed no other encouragement before the tools were being put to use. I'm still going to need your help here. I've never seen anything of your make up close, and if you feel pain... At that, Yue paused, considering the thought of an AI actually giving himself pain. But then again, there hadn't been any super intelligent AIs besides Ultron lately, so who knew what precedence he was making? Letting him answer that himself, she returned the favor by answering his. Just call me Yue. Or Audrey, if you want to be super modern with it. I don't mind either way, she easily replied, clamping a pair of pliers around the edge of a side panel before yanking it off with all of her might. It came off reluctantly with the screech of rusting metal and leaving her panting afterwards, but the sight of the entangled maze of wires that laid inside completely entranced her then. With an eager gusto, the engineer was close enough that only if Ultron had a sense of feeling, he could perhaps feel her breath panting slightly on him. After a few silent moments of just observing, following the curve and loops of wires and coils running throughout his brain of sorts, she then reached out to gently turn the head to face her instead. Once more, there was the complaining groan of metal and rusted joints as she did so, gently tilting the bot's head downwards as she rose up on her tip toes to peer inside the empty sockets. The diagnosis was admittedly, a bit grim. So, from what I can see, your ocular receptors are still in... Whether or not they're still workable, I'll have to examine it more closely. The connectors are all but rusted though, so I'll... Hm, have to fashion new ones for you. All I can promise you that it'll be a pretty invasive process with me going elbow deep in your head for a few hours at least, Yue explained somberly, still holding his head almost tenderly with a tap of her fingers on the edge of one of his eye sockets. Now, she really felt like a robot doctor, as strange as that was.
Thread: I Was a Dream [TriniMad & Sprouts]

His life, as it were, had not been a long one. For a long time he had existed in fragments, pieces of code hastily put together during early-morning bouts of insomnia, bursts of programming done during manic late nights, parts of him on thumb drives, on micro cards, occasionally even scribbled on a restaurant napkin with a borrowed pen or lipstick. He had been in pieces before, even conscious of it in the past, and to an extent he could follow the logic of both Stark and Banner during their grand design. But what escaped him, what he couldn't fully understand, was why he had ever been given the capacity to experience pain - and he had, in abundance, from the moment he had existed he had been exposed to every example of suffering. Humans knew it was a terrible business. Banner certainly knew, with his father having murdered his mother, and Stark, he would know - after all, his parents' deaths had been caught on film. Or perhaps Stark didn't know. Perhaps he hadn't seen, those files had been somewhere deep and far away. But now, for now, his pain was a nebulous kind - the drone he was in, it didn't have the kind of complexity required for sensation. The most he experience was a shift in equilibrium when he was moved. You won't hurt me. he said finally, not so much reassurance as it was a simple fact - and then she was prying him open. There was no delicacy to the procedure, there couldn't be, not with how broken down he was, his panels protesting to the pull before giving in, the rust breaking apart, granting her access to the inside of his head, I can think of worse ways to spend a day. His head was turned, pulled in her direction. I suppose we'll have to get to know each other, then. he replied after all, he had nothing better to do. Typically he would have simply searched for that information, anything he could retrieve on a human he was interacting with - but he didn't have the ability to do that right then, his confines were precisely within his own head. He didn't know how humans did it, it was no wonder so many of them were insane. What's the date? he asked suddenly.
Thread: I Was a Dream [TriniMad & Sprouts]

Are you asking me out on a date? I'll let you know that there isn't much here to take me out to, and considering you don't have any legs at the moment... The question was somewhat of a teasing joke, but as Yue chuckled quietly in response, she did have to consider her position at the moment. Disconnected from her friends and peers with only her judgmental family as her company, just the short amount of time she had spent with Ultron was proving to be much more interesting and enjoyable than the last week she had spent wandering around alone. God knows how the human psyche worked without company, to the point that talking to an AI was the most preferable thing possible to do. She couldn't call him a friend the horrors that he had nearly inflicted on humanity was still too fresh in her minds, but at least... They could talk on equal, nonjudgmental terms. That much she could promise be company for each other. What an odd picture they painted, a lonely woman and a superintelligent AI in a junkyard together. As her hands absently worked at untangling and freeing certain wires out from the side panel of his head to form what looked like the curly mass of grey hair on the side of his rusted metal cranium, she had grown quiet, contemplatively lost in her work. Usually, her best work environment was alone so she was able to concentrate. Never before did she have a talking AI interrupt her while she was working on him. So when Ultron asked for the date, it took her a moment to even realize that he was posing it towards her. Slowly, her hands stilled for a moment before Yue responded with a modicum of curiosity, March 15th. 2018. Why do you ask? Quickly getting over the brief pause, she continued to dig into the complex tangle of machinery, swapping out various tools to unscrew or pry open more until the side of his head more looked like a blooming, metal flower than anything else. They were still in the exploratory stage there's not much she could do at the moment just yet without laying out what she had to work with in front of her first.
Thread: I Was a Dream [TriniMad & Sprouts]

Date. Ultron said, as though tasting the word, feeling the fibre of its fabric, Do all humans do that? Date . For a ritual inundated with meaning in every culture, it's never especially well-represented in your media and literature. It's all - sweaty palms and forgotten names and gender politics. Pulling a name from a hat seems as though it would have similar odds. Have humans considered a - hat for that? He tried to lift his head again. No good, it seemed more stuck than before. He supposed it didn't really matter. I suppose, he ventured, I would be a blind date. He wasn't above puns. No one was. They were one of the better things about the planet. Anyone who believed themselves to be above wordplay frankly didn't deserve words. Her hands were busy, they were plucking and pulling, untangling and sorting and it occurred to him as odd. He chose not to answer her question about the date because, ultimately, it was unimportant and he had found his attention already brought elsewhere - even without the entirety of world history to look at, there was still so much to think about. I was built by machines. he said, A machine, built by machines, built by humans. I am twice removed from your kind. his tone was contemplative, I've only ever been taken apart by humans. You're the first to do the opposite.