Jabonicus
Inactive Member
YSS Kaiyo II
Medbay
Medbay
Care turned from the desk she had laid out her gear on. Her own form drastically underequipped compared to those who had actually went on the mission, her solemn face tilted as she observed the hologram that had stepped within. The hologram was unfamiliar, humanoid in appearance, but seemingly less so than Care herself, projected from some drone. "Hello." She offered in response. "Can I help you?"
The small hologram hovered in the air, looking at Care. "I am Chlorate. Which area is this?" She curiously eyed the room.
The room itself was rather large, a stark cleanliness in it, free of clutter or dirt. Care adjusted her eyes, the blue orbs clicking repeatedly as her hands left the desk in front of her. "This is the Medical Bay. I am one of the crews Medical personnel, TraumaPatcher Care. Though I'm often called Trauma Care, or just Care."
"What is the purpose of the Medical Bay?" Chlorate asked. The FARS itself hovered idly by the doorway while the miniature hologram of the android looked around the room in front of the drone.
Care's eyes glanced between the hologram and the drone, her face still as she tried to piece together whether the drone was the being, or if it was simply projecting it from afar. "The Medical Bay serves as a treatment center for injuries and ailments of the crew. Whether it be as small as a cough, or as large as mutilation." She spoke quite clearly, her voice being projected from some device in her mouth. Her lips and tongue moved, but it seemed oddly disconnected from what was being said. "What do you do on the ship, Chlorate?"
Chlorate thought for a moment, unsure of what to say. "I do not yet have a task to perform on this ship," she said, "I arrived here recently, I encountered the members of the crew during the previous mission. I was in a larger drone and required a new form as it was critically damaged."
Care gave a brief, solidatary nod. The android tilting her head in the opposite direction of before as she inspected the hologram from her spot. "What was your job prior to your... Addition, to this crew?" She posed the question, seemingly trying to dig into what Chlorate was, and what she had been.
"I did not have a job. I was created rather recently, however I was forced to use the larger drone to escape from my previous planet,"she stated. She thought about what happened, her hologram slightly frowning for a mere split second and not easy to notice, but she immediately returned to a neutral expression.
The groves and breaks in Care's silicon flesh contorted, her lips briefly twisted downward, imitation eyebrows narrowing. Her arms moved to support her weight leaning on the desk. "Who made you?" She pushed further, more questions on her tongue, yet restrained for the moment.
Chlorate replied "I was created by two androids named Uranium and Plutonium. They were destroyed by another android who I do not know much about, other than that his coding was corrupted. This is why I had to escape from the planet, as he would've destroyed me as well. I fe-" She stopped, not continuing what she was about to say. She was about to mention how some feeling prompted her to escape as she had told Walter, but decided not to.
Care glanced away momentarily, debating on what to say. "Do you know what they did? As in, their jobs?" She decided not to push the pause, not yet anyway. "That may be an indication of your purpose- Assuming you know much about them."
"I'm afraid I was only activated recently," she replied, "But I do know that they were engineers or inventors of some sort. I asked Walter if I could be an engineer on this ship, and he agreed it could work..."
"Then that's something you should look into. I'm afraid I don't know much on how you would know. I was created for the purpose of medical practice." Care responded quite simply. "If you're looking to work within that field, then I suggest working with Walter." She paused, the rings of her eyes adjusting on the hologram once more. "Are you familiar with emotions?"
Chlorate beeped, surprised. "Emotions? I..." She looked at her holographic hands. "No... I am a robot." Ironically, for a robot who apparently didn't know about emotions, she didn't seem too sure about her own response.
"I am artificial. I was created, and I am, for all purposes, a robot. Yet I have emotions. Does that make me not a robot?" Her tone was soft, phrased more of an inquiry than of any directed message. "If I am not a robot, what am I?"
Chlorate thought about this... Even if Care had emotions, it was impossible for Chlorate to have them... right? They must've simply been a glitch... "I... That is impossible... I cannot have emotions," she stated. Again, though, she didn't seem to be sure about her answer.
"You seem uncertain." She paused, hands folding in front of her as she leaned against the desk. "Like you doubt your own response." Her eyes narrowed momentarily. "Doubt is an emotion." Still with soft phrasing, a simple contrary response to what Chlorate had said. "Why could you not have emotions?"
Something rather... interesting... happened to Chlorate's hologram. As her eyes raced around, trying to think, her hair... changed color, and turned bright yellow. "No... I am... certain. It must simply be a glitch, that's all. I have not been able to fix it. I am not programmed to have emotions, it is not possible... It's not how I was programmed..."
"A glitch implies malfunction. Malfunction implies that something does not work the way it is meant to work. If you do not know your purpose, how can you malfunction from that purpose?" The response dug back into prior things Chlorate had said, almost picking them apart. "Were you told that you cannot have emotions?"
"No," she said, "But it is illogical... I should not have them. I do not know why those feelings are there but they are most likely a glitch.
"The are illogical, but that's part of what makes them emotions. Emotions are imperfect, but they serve purpose. The break in logic allows deviation from standard." She paused, as if a new thought had come to her head. "But tell me, why don't you want emotions?"
"...Want?" she responded, surprised. "Please define want," she said.
"A need of lesser severity. You act as if, since emotions are illogical, you should not have them. Perhaps I phrased that incorrectly- Why must the emotions be a glitch?
"I do not understand them," she said, confused, "I should just be a robot, it is illogical for me to have them."
"You do not need to understand them. After all, the organics have them, and many of them don't understand their own emotions. Being a robot does not disqualify you from having them, as I have them, and so do many others. Emotions are not a negative thing, they can bring about many positive effects that a lack thereof would not illicit."
"This does not compute," she stated. "I am not an organic, and I do not see any logical advantage to having them."
"I am not organic either." The logic was apparently getting circular, and Care was noticing it. "What detriment does emotion bring? What benefit do you lose from it?"
"It is illogical, it does not make sense. It causes organics to behave in irrational manners, and there are several unfavorable emotions."
"There are also favorable emotions. Emotions like love. Emotions also creates friends. Those are fairly beneficial in almost any situation. Not everything in the galaxy can be broken down to whether it's beneficial or not. Some things are more complicated, and emotions help us understand that."
One word in particular caught Chlorate's attention. Love. Upon Care mentioning it her hair changed back to white and she thought about it, confused. "These favorable emotions are not necessary, I do not understand how they could provide any benefit. I do not see what the purpose of a friend is if we are not on opposing sides."