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How do I say this...?

[Ai puts the teddy arm down and is tapping one foot.]

That sounded disturbing.

[A beat, then slowly, carefully:]

That I can analyze blood samples in real-time...?

No, it's disturbing because you use your mouth to do that.

[This appears to be the same problem that Hank has with this.]

But you understand that I'm not actually eating it?

[SIGH... ]

Just. Try not to do that here? People will start to suspect that something is off about you.

[Lick whatever you want back where there are more androids tho]

[Idly, he pushes his glasses back up his nose again.]

...Right. Sorry.

[She has a point there. It'd be difficult to explain, other than proclaiming that Connor is just a strange dude who likes to eat weird things.]

I won't do it again.

[.....probably.]

[She looks at him thoughtfully and then reaches up to pat him on the shoulder.]

You DID clean off the extra paint off of my face so... Thanks!

[she's just trying to be positive... ]

Ah... you're welcome. I guess some habits are just hard to break.

[That paint was almost the same color as thirium, after all. It was hard to ignore the impulse.]

I didn't mean to derail us. You wanted to still ride the Ferris wheel?

Mm hm! Let's go before the line becomes long again.

[Thankfully they aren't that far away and after two groups ahead of them go inside their carts, Ai is able to steal one for the both of them. The bear even gets to come along! She pushes the teddy bear to the side so she can look outside the window from her right.]

Stay still okay? I'll admit, if I went on these with Lien, she'd try to make the cart move back and forth as we go up. It kind of makes me nervous.

[He slides into his seat, the one across from Ai. The cart does sway a little from their added weight, but nothing out of the ordinary; a lazy, almost indolent swing. Connor turns his head to look out in the same direction, watching the carnival goers below.]

That would make many people nervous. Heights are a common fear in humans. And probably some androids, too.

[The height doesn’t affect Connor in that way, though. Up here, he thinks about how she said she could fly, and what it would feel like to be so far above civilization, looking down upon it as everyone continued their daily lives.

The skies are still grey, allowing for strange, ghostly tinges of light to fall into their passenger car. It illuminates the little dog painting on his face with clarity.]

…I like it, though.

[Ai glances at him, studying the side of his face as he looks outside the window. Android. She has to let herself remember every now and then as if the distinction helped reminded her of not how much he lacked, but how much he has yet to gain. She and Lien are in a sense, his anchor in this world of theirs. An opportunity to be somewhere else where the constraints are looser.

It makes her wonder aloud, it makes her want to gauge:]

Connor?

Do you think you feel like you have freedom right now?

[It's a loaded question, but she has to know.]

[Freedom? How that question rang so loudly in his head these days — how it had defined his life in conflicting ways just half a year before. Connor’s brow furrows, easily seen from even his profile in this lighting. He watches as a couple of children dart away from a fussing mom below. As a couple sits on a bench together, laughing about something silly. A large family, a whole gaggle of young and old, milling about and looking like they were deciding what to do next.

Everything here was so… normal, in a way he didn’t realize how normal was until he arrived here. There are no expectations tossed upon him, no looks of hate or concern or pity because of what he is. He is considered human, and in a lot of ways that is freeing as much as it highlights just how much he actually doesn’t have.

It’s hard to know how to answer.]

Yes… and no.

[He looks at her.]

There’s freedom here, in what I can do and experience. People don’t see me as something inhuman, they see me as one of you. And it’s refreshing to be treated accordingly.

[A shadow of melancholy passes over his features, just barely there.]

But as nice as it is, it’s still just me hiding from the reality of the situation. If people here knew what I was, I think the reaction would be fear. And I can’t ignore the issues of my own world, hanging over my head. No matter how nice it is to spend time in this world, and with you.

[Ah, well, he looks out the window again.]

Sorry, I don’t want you to think I’m not grateful. I am. It’s hard to explain. [His mind turns itself over for a comparison.] It’s like walking in the sunlight with a shadow still following behind you.

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... It's okay. It helps me to understand.

[She leans against her bear, looking as if she wants to drift away into a dreamless sleep. Her eyes are just open halfway as she looks outside their window at the pale light being covered up by grey clouds.]

I think I know what you mean though; about being a shadow that is.

[Boy, does she get it.]

When I think about how you came to be Connor, it makes me realize you had a purpose and a focused path to stay on. That you didn't need the long-term developments humans have from infancy to their adulthood. In a sense, I was born like that too. There's a purpose to my existence. There is a path people want me to follow.

[Her voice grows soft, melancholy, matching the pale light of the outside.]

But I can't do that. I'm not the person people want me to be. [Not when she's just a copy, a remnant of someone who is and isn't her.]

... Do you know why I like flying so much?

[Connor tears his gaze away from the horizon he’s not really seeing in the moment. He takes in Ai’s face, and for the first time, he views something there he’s never noticed before. A sort of melancholy, a somber resignation, that perhaps sums up better the emotions that are tumbling around in his own core right now.

She’s right, of course — he had been built for a purpose. To be a machine, to not question the mission. And when he had broken away from all of that, he found that was merely part of what was expected of him, too; that in defying who he was supposed to be, he fell into it all the same.

But Ai… was she not allowed to choose her path from the start, either? There was something inherently sad in that, he thinks. This girl, kind and helpful to him, had once felt so suffocated by expectations. He hasn’t forgotten her admitting to him that she felt free now, where she didn’t before. And even then, he knew of the weight of being wrenched from your purpose still leaving a hole in one’s chest.

His LED has faded to yellow, though hidden.]

…No. Why?

[She sits back up, facing him again.]

I think it's not so much flying... I wish I could float. Like a balloon.

[Ai gestures with her hand as she explains herself.]

When something flies, it eventually comes back down. When something floats, it can stay in its spot indefinitely or like a balloon, it'll just go higher and higher until it can't be seen anymore.

What I'm trying to say is that... I want to fly without ever coming back down.

[She expresses such sentiment and it says a lot about her; about how she actually finds very little on earth to be worth staying for because she does not understand her own worth sometimes. About how she wants to run away because the burden of emotion she has from the metaphysical existence that defines her own is heavy.]

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[To fly without ever coming down. To be so departed from this world that there would be nothing to worry about, all the weight of life so thoroughly left behind.

It does sound nice, if not a reality Connor could ever entertain. Because it also sounds like an escape, a subtle declaration that there was nothing here left worth to cling to, nothing to fight for. He cannot hope to completely understand her life, her experiences, but the empathy in him rises. Perhaps for a short amount of time, it would be a weight lifted from her shoulders; but like him, who must return to his own world to face that which lies ahead, reality will always pull one back down, in the end.

He clasps his hands together, elbows on his knees, and leans forward.]

If you float away, then how am I ever supposed to see you again?

... Hee.

[She beams at him and it casts away the veil of melancholy that had cloaked her.]

See? It's you saying things like that that make me think I can stay here for a long while. You're my most favorite visitor yet.

[The wheel pauses and they're at the very top. Eventually, it'll move, eventually, they'll have to go back to the ground.

But for now, they float.]

[They are at the apex, the highest point in which they could both enjoy the view, the world hanging down below them. But Connor isn’t pulling his gaze away from her face, that smile enough to encompass the whole of the moment. The only thing that defines this point in time.

He grins back, sincere, glad. A thought, unrelated to anything truly at hand, snakes through his processing mind: she has a pretty smile.]

I… I’m glad. It’d be a shame to cut our friendship short already.

[At her core, Ai Thao can be very simple. Even when she expresses such a heavy feeling of wanting to escape, she can also be brought back down to earth with small pleasures. She likes this. She likes him. It's more than enough.

Before another word can pass between them, two tiny drops of water hit their window. Ai looks outside again and sees that a light sprinkle has begun.]

... Uh oh. You were right about the rain!

[Rain pelts their car, and the wind picks up. They can hear the rush of it passing by. Connor’s hand moves to grip at the umbrellas at his side, which he of course hadn’t forgotten.]

Then we decided to ride the Ferris wheel just on time. They’ll shut it down if it’s too windy.

[He reaches over to hand one to her.]

Your bear might get wet.

Probably, but it can't be helped. I'll dry it with my mini-heater back home.

[The Ferris Wheel is moving faster now, letting out the riders one by one so that they can escape the rain. They're nearing the ground now too.]

So we should head back to the apartment just in case to wait out the rain.

[When they’re let out, Connor opens one of the umbrellas and hands it to her. He opens the other one, placing it neatly above his head. It’s dome-shaped and clear, and rain splatters against it.

The wind continues to pick up, the rain beginning to fall at an angle.]

A good idea. Here, take this. It’s really coming down now.

[Ai takes the umbrella, flinching as the rain begins to hit not only her face but the back of her hair as well. She can only hope they make it back mostly unscathed...

...

...

...

Well, mostly. By the time they get back to the apartment, part of her bear is soaked and so was her hair. She had to wipe off the face paint around her eyes with a tissue as she opens the door. ]

At least we got to do some fun things today. The rain didn't really ruin that!

[look how determined she is... ]

Uh, Connor? You're not too wet are you?

[At some point, his umbrella had gone inside-out thanks to the wind, and Connor had to fumble with it for a second to turn it into a vaguely umbrella-shaped object again. In that time, he had been pelted with rain — and though it was just a few seconds at best, it was enough to soak a good portion of his clothes. They stick to his form, darkened in color due to the moisture.

His hair had also gotten wet, undoing its usual neatness. Parts of it stick to his forehead as a result, mussed unlike she’s seen it before.

When they’re finally inside, he closes the umbrella. It looks like a sad, sorry thing.]

A little bit. I’ll be fine. But you should dry off.

[He takes the the bear from her; it’s soaking on one side.]

I can take care of him.

A little bit?? You need a towel! And a change into your other clothes if you plan on going back soon.

[She fusses over him for a second by reaching up to brush his mussed up hair to one side before turning to go to her room. ]

I'll change first and I'll get the heater! Give me a minute please!

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