"Sergeant is calling for you," I said. "The meeting's about to start."
"Here comes an annoying one..." Ken muttered, ignoring me as he lie down comfortably atop the Humvee. "Jeez... Can't even sleep in peace..."
"..."
Does saying a single line make someone 'annoying'...?
I don't understand him...
Twenty minutes have passed.
I'm still standing in the exact position where I am earlier with my eyes fixed on top of the Humvee not looking away nor even blinking so I won't miss Ken if he decides to come down, but he didn't even try to look or peeked if I'm still waiting for him.
Oh, speaking of not blinking – I just noticed how my eyes were not affected by looking straight into the sun. Like that one time, yesterday to be exact, when I looked straight at the sun to see what the current time was with my eyes focused on it, I was thinking of other things back then so I didn't take notice of it sooner. I can even look at something much brighter than the sun for days ahead, even a supernova perhaps – Though I doubt I'll still be here existing if I could witness one. I could also win in a staring contest If they have eyes and still can go for another round straight ahead.
In simple terms, I have a pair of convenient eyes.
A convenient machine with a pair of convenient eyes...
The more I realize these things about myself, the more I think about the difference between me and humans. Having said that, being 'different' from humans is a part of my existence in the first place. Then why do I keep thinking of this 'difference' most of the time? Is it just pure curiosity? Or something more than that...?
Enough of me not understanding humans, I don't even understand myself, to begin with.
Wait, I think I already
Another ten minutes have passed.
"..."
Ken still hasn't shown any signs of coming down.
Forget about Sergeant Charlotte calling for him, the meeting must be close to an end, or it even ended a while ago. Thinking of Sergeant Charlotte's attitude, she must be looking for us right now with her fist getting ready to hit us. "Can you please come down?" I said, raising my voice for him to notice me. "The meeting started roughly thirty minutes ago. Sergeant Charlotte might be wondering where we are."
"..."
Still no response, huh...
...Is he perhaps sleeping?
I went up to the Humvee and heard snoring. And just as I thought, I saw him lying on his back with both arms under his head sleeping with an open drooling mouth. What a carefree sleeping face.
"Excuse me," I said, trying to poke his cheek a little to wake him up. "Sergeant Charlotte must be looking for us right now."
"Hmmm..." He didn't wake up and made a squirming expression. "Fucking... go... away..." he muttered, still no sign of waking up.
Sleep talking, huh... I know that humans often dream when sleeping. I wonder what he's dreaming right now...
I continued to gently poke him. After a few seconds, his eyes suddenly opened. "What the fuck's wrong with you?" he hissed, his bloodshot eyes staring at mine. "Can you please fucking remove your hands?"
"..."
I don't think words like 'please' and 'fucking' are meant to be said together...
"...Understood," I said, pulling back my hand.
