Human Replicant Droid
Tag: [member="Arekk"]
Small fingers pressed against the smoggy windows of the flat owned by the most precious organic in the galaxy to her. She still couldn’t quite fathom being able to affect the world around her. It was raining. Again. Athena loved it. She loved the sound of it, the sight of it, the way it misted the glass. The oven in the apartment was on from one of her new experiments and she was waiting, most impatiently, for the timer to go off. She bit her lower lip as she began to draw in the condensation.
Two circles, then another, hills for eyes, and a set of long ears later a very cartoonish rabbit graced the pane. She smiled at it, lips curving, and she reached up to touch her cheeks. She could feel herself smile. Everything was still so new. She couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt just to feel. To see things with her own eyes, to touch things with her own hands, to know heat, cold, the true sound of laughter…
“Can we go out today?”
Her innocent question was punctuated with the ding of the caf maker and she danced over to it. For a being with a skeleton that weighed more than some bantha, she seemed to be incredibly light on her feet, and tended to flit here and there like a small bird. Carefully, ever so carefully, she lifted a mug from the cabinet and did her best to handle it delicately. The first few times she’d handled porcelain it had been an unmitigated disaster. Athena did not always know her own strength.
Again, biting her lip, she made a little sound of joy when she set it on the counter without breaking it. With the same amount of caution she lifted the pot and poured in the requisite amount of caf before adding the exact amounts of appropriate condiments. One satisfied, she put them away, and then proceeded to take the hot beverage to her Arekk. He was hard at work. Always, so hard at work. “Here you are. Please, be careful not to burn yourself. The liquid is very hot.”
Ethos City was his home. Her home. Their home. Yet, she only knew the skyline. She had existed in a bodiless form for so long. Never had she known exactly what she was missing. Fully organic creatures, for all of their war, and sadness, must not know how good they actually have it. Athena leaned down and pressed her lips to the crown of his head briefly, affectionately, and smiled into his hair. “Thank you for my new dress. Do you like it?”, she questioned, as she pulled away, performing a dainty spin.
It was a soft thing, made for wearing around the house, or relaxing, and Athena couldn’t stop touching the material. It felt like nothing else. It held a dark plumb colored base, with electric purple piping, and little holographic flowers dotting the hem. It held to her form neatly until it hit her waist, before it flared, down to mid-thigh. A pair of dark stockings wound up her legs, pattered with the same flowers, and she had quite the time spinning around barefoot.
Slipping and falling was such fun. She didn’t know why organics didn’t do it all the time.
The timer for the oven went off and she stopped twirling, immediately, to return to the stocked kitchenette. Whereas Arekk seemed to have a certain amount of adoration for take away, Athena, found little joys in making things. She ordered ingredients from the Holo-Net and they came right to the front door. It was so convenient, actually, amazing. Today she was making a baked dish compromised of thinly pressed, flour dough, red sauce, and ground meat. It had taken a few tries to figure out how to get the dough thin enough to become a noodle but she was rather proud of it. Sprinkled with cheese, and served with wine, which the Holo-Net insisted would pair nicely, she couldn’t wait.
Smell. She had also noticed scents that were pleasing, versus, those that made her want to avoid it. Cleaning supplies were foul. She had never experienced anything so awful. But flowers? Food? Some of it made her olfactory sensors sigh of relief. It was a strange comfort. Even Arekk had a distinctive smell.
He always reminded her memory banks of home.