When the System Fails

When the system fails, Part 1

Bing didn't even notice that it was filled to the brim with empty and filled beer cans. Too busy looking for food, Chase tensed watching him. Letting out a sigh of relief when he saw Bing missed them. When the scent of cooking bacon filled his nose, his mouth practically watered.

He hadn't eaten anything except for chips and take out the past few months. He hummed with delight, watching with anticipation. Bing walked back over a few minutes later, smallest sigh escaping through his smile bearing lips.
"Thanks, Bing!" Chase smiled to him, bing taking his place and sitting next to Chase.
"It's nothin', bro!" He widened his smile, looking to the floor. That same questioning that he had for years started up again. Why now? He was happy, he had a nice job- Am I a human, or a robot?
His gaze fell dull and blank, eyes grey. His smile faltered, what was he? Some stupid malfunction? A defect or a human-
"Hey, you okay?" Chase put a hand to Bing's shoulder, the other lifting their head to look Chase in the eye. Truth was they were both troubled. Maybe not in the same way, but they shared the fact of having problems. Chase tilted his head, reading that something was wrong from Bing's gaze alone.
"Bing?..." He asked softly again.
"Yeah?... I just..It's nothing, just tired." He lied, he didn't even get tired. Just ran out of power painfully slow, was he a robot? Was he human, the questions started looping again. Trying to drag him into a void like sea of pain and blackness. A maze of unlimited persistent damaging questions that would break him down until he was nothing but an empty shell.

"Bing, what's wrong, you look..more than tired, bud." Chase came again, rubbing his shoulder soothingly.
"I have a stupid question, probably a bit early for this.. But, do you see me as a human or a robot to do your deeds?" Bing looked to him sorrowful yet slight hope twinkling in his very gaze.
Chase gulped, he originally got him so he didn't have to deal with a human. But, yes, he did see him as a human with emotions. If he didn't know better, he'd say they were friends already. But he knew that was just his loneliness eating him from the inside out.

"I see you as a human, Bing." He gave a small somber smirk, scooting closer to him, he draped an arm around his shoulders. Bing leaned into the touch, true smile appearing.
"Thanks, Chase." Bing thanked softly, Chase leaning his head atop Bing's. Not noticing the blush that appeared on his face. Bing did, not deciding to mention it. He hummed, squeezing Chase's hand lightly. They decided they'd rather lay there for awhile, rather than get up and do editing or videos.

***

"What do you mean your needs aren't met?!"
"You're a robot you don't have needs you idiot!"

Dark stood there over towering Google, shouting the very criticisms at him.
"My needs are not met, I cannot proceed to function properly social-wise." Google repeated in a worn monotone voice. Eyes blankly staring up slightly at the other.
"You, do, not, have, needs!" Dark shouted, punctuating every word, japping a finger toward him. Google remained silent, standing there, not changing his point.
"You know what? I don't care if it's 'social-wise' or whatever. Just go back to work!" Dark shoved him, Google shrugging and walking back to his room. He was right, he didn't have needs, he was just a robot. What was he thinking?
Google huffed, making sure the door was shut gently, before returning to his computer and completing the tasks he was set. Which was mostly editing as Mark said. The occasional odd task was given, but he didn't mind.
Again, he was a robot he couldn't feel, ri- that was a fact. Of course he told himself this, but deep down he really did have emotions. They were buried and cover, but still present and currently hurt.
He'd of course never admit it to anyone. Well anyone except his brother Bing, of which who he secretly missed. A single sorrowful sigh escaped his lips. Everything was becoming a blur, hours were minutes to him at this point.
He was hanging on by a thread, even this soon. But no matter what he would not be broken. His treatment was so much different than Bing's but he would live just as well. Scrap having no emotions, he had determination and that is all that is needed.