There were so many little details to remember about humanity - how fragile they were, how slow-stupid they could be and yet still comprehend subtle differences in things as straight-forward as information-sharing. She made a lot of mistakes in her early days, but she filed them away in her memory and analyzed them. She hardly ever slipped up now.
She found employment in a bookshop, which necessitated culture studies in the area of literature. She still wasn't entirely certain of her grounding in that area - she once tried to start a meaningful discussion based on Twilight, because it seemed to be an extremely important work to children, and her coworkers threatened to disown her. Fortunately, they seemed to accept that she merely had odd tastes and dismissed most of her social miscalculations.
It had been so long since she encountered any serious difficulty, in fact, that she was caught entirely off-guard when the man in a white lab coat and scrubs gave a start and addressed her incredulously as "Linkara?!"
For almost a half a second, she was frozen by the sound of her former mistress' name. Although she ran through her memory banks for a match of his facial characteristics or vocal frequency, she found nothing. "I'm sorry," she said evenly, "you have me mixed up with someone else."
"Perhaps," he said with a frown and examined her more closely. "But the resemblance is remarkable."
Rather than encourage him, she came to the conclusion that it would be easier to stick to the approved customer-employee script. "Can I help you with anything?"
"No, no," he said, still staring at her. He had become fixated on her stripped arm, she noted; she'd had to purchase a glove to cover it, and now informed all curious humans that it had been significantly burned. "It's just - "
"I have to help the next customer," she said, cutting him off neatly. Fortunately, he stepped away at that, but lingered for several minutes longer to stare at her and shake his head in amazement.
When he finally left, she stored the encounter in her memory for later analysis. She'd have to calculate the probability of this turning into a significant problem.
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Date: 2011-10-12 01:41 am (UTC)There were so many little details to remember about humanity - how fragile they were, how slow-stupid they could be and yet still comprehend subtle differences in things as straight-forward as information-sharing. She made a lot of mistakes in her early days, but she filed them away in her memory and analyzed them. She hardly ever slipped up now.
She found employment in a bookshop, which necessitated culture studies in the area of literature. She still wasn't entirely certain of her grounding in that area - she once tried to start a meaningful discussion based on Twilight, because it seemed to be an extremely important work to children, and her coworkers threatened to disown her. Fortunately, they seemed to accept that she merely had odd tastes and dismissed most of her social miscalculations.
It had been so long since she encountered any serious difficulty, in fact, that she was caught entirely off-guard when the man in a white lab coat and scrubs gave a start and addressed her incredulously as "Linkara?!"
For almost a half a second, she was frozen by the sound of her former mistress' name. Although she ran through her memory banks for a match of his facial characteristics or vocal frequency, she found nothing. "I'm sorry," she said evenly, "you have me mixed up with someone else."
"Perhaps," he said with a frown and examined her more closely. "But the resemblance is remarkable."
Rather than encourage him, she came to the conclusion that it would be easier to stick to the approved customer-employee script. "Can I help you with anything?"
"No, no," he said, still staring at her. He had become fixated on her stripped arm, she noted; she'd had to purchase a glove to cover it, and now informed all curious humans that it had been significantly burned. "It's just - "
"I have to help the next customer," she said, cutting him off neatly. Fortunately, he stepped away at that, but lingered for several minutes longer to stare at her and shake his head in amazement.
When he finally left, she stored the encounter in her memory for later analysis. She'd have to calculate the probability of this turning into a significant problem.