nekosmos: (Loading)
[Maintenance Report]
My data records show a gap in my memory regarding the events of the previous week. I will need to work to amend this data loss in order to maintain a proper record of the events that have transpired here.

I also seem to be collecting dust, despite my efforts to remain active. Self-maintenance is proving more difficult than preliminary calculations had anticipated.
[End]

I was not programmed with the ability to taste. However, I would strongly request that citizens refrain from attempting to lick me. I wish to avoid further injuries.

Shirou appeared to be cleaning himself excessively today as well. I shall then assume this is a curse, and as such will take care to use non-lethal force only.

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[OOC: She tastes like blue raspberry, but the few NPCs who've come at her trying to lick her so far have been met with forceful resistance (She kicked their asses and did it with style). Feel free to try anyway~.]
nekosmos: (Spacing out)
Sakura, dear, how have you been? I never hear from you anymore. You should come visit once in a while. You always seem so lonely even though you're living out there with all those nice young men. If you're not going to let me take care of you, you should at least let them.

You're still practicing your piano, right? If you practice enough you could probably perform for people, you know.

You really should come see me once in a while. I bet Shirou'd love to meet you. Do you like cats? I don't remember asking you before.

Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I'm getting carried away again. I guess I think too much with all the free time on my hands since your father isn't here. That Shion......... I wish she'd send me a card or something so I can at least know she hasn't forgotten about me.......
nekosmos: (Staring)
I find myself spending a very large portion of each day in standby mode recently. When I am active, my daily routine consists of maintenance of the feline designated Shirou, regular study of the city's media, such as movies and television, and other assorted tasks depending on the day's condition.

As I am finding it increasingly difficult to obtain nourishment for Shirou and obtain new research material, I believe I require a job.




........................ I cannot help but feel............. I am unable to identify it..... I feel as if I am incomplete here. As if there is a portion of my existence that is absent......... A possible theory is that this feeling of emptiness stems from my apparent lack of purpose here...... The gnosis pose less than a 1% threat to the city's citizens, barring curses, and there are none here who truly require my protection aside from Shirou............ More often I question whether or not I should simply go into hibernation mode until I am needed...... Somehow I feel that would be...... Tragic....?

Or perhaps I lack the proper maintenance. There is no Vector personnel present in this dimension to properly administer repairs and upkeep to my systems, and I am left to administer these myself. This task has proven more difficult than originally estimated.

Perhaps.......... Perhaps it is Shion's absence from this plane of existence........... Am I.... lonely.......? I wonder.......... Does feeling this emptiness make me..... human.........?

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[OOC: I am DESPERATELY trying to keep this muse, but without a Shion or anyone, this is REALLY getting hard. SOMEONE PLEASE PICK THAT WOMAN UP, I KNOW SHE TURNED INTO A BITCH BUT SHE WAS OKAY IN GAME ONE, REALLY. AND SHE AND KOS-MOS MAKE SUCH A CUTE COUPLE ARRRRRRRRRGH LONELY ROBOT, PEOPLE. Also, if you won't give me that, at least give KOS-MOS an adorably retarded job, like a model or a cosplay maid at a cafe or something, I DON' KNOW, I NEED SOMETHING FOR HER TO DO.]
nekosmos: (Idle)
......................... This is quite inconvenient.

While such superficial moisture is unlikely to cause any damage to my internal systems, it is highly inconvenient. The feline designated Shirou refuses to approach me in my current state.

............ It seems that a wind has picked up as well.

Perhaps I should stand outside until this curse day has passed.

I require someone to properly feed the feline that is under my care. I will accompany you inside the Durandal for security reasons, of course.

[In the meanwhile, KOS-MOS is pretty much just standing outside of the Durandal with this expression, soaked all the way through, her hair getting flapped around by the winds spinning around her. It's nothing extreme, but drawn out, the effect may as well be waterboarding. Sure, she's a robot, but if she could sigh, she'd be doing it so hard right now.]

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