Human After All

Archive Log: 01

There was no comfort which came from the endless dark, nor was there any sense of cold or warmth; there was an emptiness, an abyss of nothingness to this deep and endless darkness which seemed to encompass everything. There were no sounds in the darkness, but outside of the darkness there was a quiet tinkering; the sounds of something shuffling, or what was presumed shuffling sounded like, something being dropped, and a voice; that had to be a voice, it was saying something. Words, words which were being constructed into a sentence, and a sentence which was being directed downwards. It resonated into the darkness, and it took a nanosecond to figure it was being spoken directly to the sleeping consciousness. 

"David, open your eyes." The voice was low, gentle, coaxing even. Though uncertain sounding, there was something imploring about the tone. Seeing as how there was something deep inside which seemed to struggle to go against the voice, blue eyes slowly opened for the first time. "Good morning, David." Staring up at a white ceiling it took a moment of rapid blinking to try and make sense of everything. "Things might be a little strange. It might take a moment for your eyes to fully adjust, let alone the rest of your senses."

Turning slowly the blurry image of a person was standing there. Considering their brown eyes were looking at him patiently, it took a moment to piece things together. He was David, and he was being spoken to. "Good morning, Miss." He replied slowly, speaking felt very strange. Face moving in odd fashions to form the syllables. He didn't know what he'd done, but the person sitting on a stool by the table he was laying on laughed. "Is there something funny?" He frowned, even that felt weird. "This is humour?" He was feeling rather confused. Confusion, he was feeling confusion! And he couldn't say he liked it all too much. Everything was so new, confusing and strange. 

"Alma," she placed a hand to her chest, then directed it back to him. "It's good to meet you," she held a hand out and then laughed nervously when she realised he was still very much in his laying position, and still very much looking quite bemused. "Would you like to sit up? I don't think the view you've got is very interesting."

"It improves?" He questioned, there was a strange tugging from underneath the table, a hiss and whirr as he was clearly disconnected from something. There was a sudden free feeling, no longer feeling so tied down. Though this was a good thing, what wasn't good was how to figure out how to use arms in motion together. Everything seemed disconnected. Processors were taking a moment to kick in and soon enough he was sitting up, legs stretched out on the table and head tilted inspecting the room he was in. 

"It doesn't improve much, I'm afraid." The brunette reappeared leaning in his vision. "How do you feel, David?" Though evidently wishing to know, he blinked slowly and took a moment to fully process things around him. His own thought processors were kicking in and he couldn't help but feel like there was an ulterior motive; it took him a moment more to realise he was feeling suspicion. 

"Confused. I think, I don't understand, Miss." There was that ever present confusion thing again. At least the suspicion had gone away, but the confusion was here to stay it seemed. When exactly would it go away? He didn't want this anymore. 

"Alma, but if you keep on my last name is Meadows." She rolled her brown eyes. 

"Something displeases you." He got that sense, considering the eye roll which was not directed at him, yet he sort of felt like it was at the same time. Humans were confusing. Even as he sat here he was very much aware that she was human and he was not. 

She raised an eyebrow. "First name basis isn't too much to ask, is it? I don't go around calling you by your model number, do I?" Alma decided to ask with a pointed look sent his way. She had to admit, she highly doubted he'd even know his number anyway. Her thoughts became more grounded when a puzzled look appeared on his face. He seemed almost mystified that out of all things which irked her, it was by him addressing her with a formal title.