Singularity

Archive Log: 02

He looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Hello." He responded, not getting the sarcasm. Walter frowned, "Let go, I am capable of carrying your things without any harm coming to them." Onora had tried to tug a handle from his grasp only to sigh, his hands weren't budging, the grip impossibly tight and growing tighter which each attempt of her getting him to let go. He just looked down at her frankly, he didn't get the fuss. No one else reacted like this. But then, he supposed, everyone else had been approached and contacted through other means. They were planned, Onora, in all honesty, wasn't.

She pouted and looked up at him, only stopping at his shoulder meant he had quite the height advantage against her, along with strength. "I've come to a decision."

"Yes?"

"I don't like you." And with that she turned on her heels and walked off heavily.

"That is a shame. I am here to help, if I am disliked for doing my job, then that is unfortunate." Walter said while following after her. "I do not understand why anyone would dislike someone for helping."

"It's not so much you..." Onora sighed and looked up at him when he reached her side. She paused outside, the streets bustling with people still. Walter looked down at her, waiting for her to continue. "It's more the fact that the people you work for, the people who...made you...think it's okay to do this. You can't honestly tell me that you see it being right?"

"My deductions of right and wrong may be different than yours." Walter said, he watched as her eyes narrowed up at him. "But that isn't to say I can't see your point of view. If it reassures you, the one who packed your things was a woman. There was permission given by your landlord, so there was no breaking and entering." Walter said while looking to the side as Harper walked to the side and instructed them to follow.

"Still doesn't make it right. But it makes it a little better." Onora decided after spotting a black car waiting around the corner from them. She let out a low whistle, it was so sleek, and shiny and amazing. If cars could be amazing. She didn't ever see the allure. But it was impressive. Travelling in style, why wasn't she surprised? She just stood to one side as Walter put her cases in the boot and Harper unlocked the car, and got in the driver's seat. Having a door opened for her, Onora slid in and buckled up. Honestly, she half thought Harper would make Walter drive, seems he was here to serve, and all that rubbish. With a frown, she side eyed Walter, he was staring out of the window, not blinking again.

Sensing her eyes on him, Walter turned his head simply to the side and looked at her. "Yes?"

"Can you drive?"

"Would you prefer me to?"

Onora couldn't help but smile, Walter looked confused from the action. "Though I do not think Harper here is capable of acts of road rage," considering how mousy he really seemed. "I was just curious. I thought such chores would be lumped onto you."

Walter looked from her to the back of Harper's head. He was sticking to the speed limit and everything. No road rage in sight. "I think he is afraid of you." Walter said quietly while looking at her from the corner of his eyes, a small smile was pulling at the corner of his lips. She still sat there smiling, and as an instant response, Walter eventually smiled in return. It was part of the programming within him, instant reactions to social prompts like happiness, smiling especially. Smiling and happiness were incredibly important to humans.

"What? Why?" She hadn't done anything to warrant Harper opting to drive than sit in the back with her.

"You did do a lot of shouting." Walter stated, "People don't like being shouted at." Even if most of the time her eyes kept staring up at him, only because he was standing the closest to her at the time. That, and it seemed that Harper was more than happy to allow Walter to take the brunt of her temporary anger.

"Do you honestly blame me?"

"No."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Walter responded politely, Onora shook her head and looked out of her window. He was a strange one. Not that she had much experience with androids. There weren't any in the lab, all humans. She supposed considering where she was going, she was going to have to get used to them being around.

That got her thinking, actually. With a shake of her head, to clear her thoughts this time, or rather to narrow them, she turned back to Walter. He yet again turned and looked at her with the same, constant neutral expression he seemed to always wear. "Are you coming with us? Well, I mean, on this research mission thing, are you going to be there too, Walter?"

"Every mission needs a synthetic onboard." He explained almost plainly. Like he had already said this numerous times and was almost bored of hearing it, let alone speaking it.

Onora shook her head, again, her neck was seriously going to ache later. "No, no, I didn't mean...I meant are you, personally going? Or is it another...Walter?" She winced at the latter part, surely each android ended up having their own name? Only because they came out as a Walter model, didn't mean they shared the name, surely? Honestly, she didn't get how it worked. Like, did they all look alike too? Carbon copies? She knew the David model were basically like this...but then they had been a world of problems. Didn't mean Walter was the same.

Walter blinked, not once but several times as he thought over her question. He was clearly pondering over replies he could give before slowly nodding, his hands remained resting against his knees. "I am."

"Walter?"

"Yes?"

"There isn't another Walter around where ever we are going is there? Like, it might get confusing...how will I tell you apart if there is?"

"I am the only one."

"Brilliant." Really, it was. No offence meant towards the synthetic, but really she was bad enough with names and whatever, let alone with trying to tell two copies of the same android apart. "Walter?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry for shouting at you earlier."

"That's okay."

"It's not, you didn't deserve that. So, yeah, sorry. Start afresh?" Onora offered while holding her hand out, Walter looked down at the small hand offered out to him. Then to her face, small smile in place. He nodded and removed a hand from its resting place, and encompassed her hand in his. He felt her fingers wrap around and hold on, before giving his hand a gentle shake. "I'm Onora Price, and I am terrified of space travel. I like cats, I like listening to the rain. I evidently like the study of living things, and I have really bad social skills."

"I'm Walter," was all he said, Onora looked a little saddened. "What is it?" His head tilted, not getting the sudden unhappy look which appeared on her face.

"Surely there's things you like and don't like, Walter?"

"I don't think so."

"So, if I sat here and poked you in the eye, you wouldn't be opposed either way? Most people would dislike that."

"I can't say it would be a pleasurable moment. But the affect wouldn't be the same, as it would be for a human."

Onora double took, "Pleasurable? That's one word to use! Wait...do you even have a concept of that?" She eyed him strangely. Concepts, yes, but being able to actually feel? She was sure he wasn't meant to be capable.

Walter just looked at her, not blinking again until he turned away and looked back out of the window. "I don't."

Onora looked at him, if she wasn't mistaken, she would say he looked saddened by that. She frowned lightly, she could sit here and openly say she was not expecting to have such a deep conversation with someone she was shouting at little less than thirty minutes ago. "Would you like to?" Walter turned to her, "Feel, I mean?"

"Feelings seem to cause trouble." He said almost flippantly. "I am not required to feel, for what I am enlisted to do on this mission."

"But that's so...disjointed." Onora frowned more, "You'll just forever be on the outside, on the edges, watching everyone else."

"If that is what is needed, then that's what I'll do." Walter watched as she looked displeased, again. Walter tilted his head, he didn't get why she kept on looking so unhappy over the replies he was giving. They would be satisfactory to anyone else, why weren't they to her?