Frontiers and Pioneers (sci-fi, NSFW(violence,possible teases), robots)

@EclecticInspiration  
Slowly begins to lose himself, ecstatically,
 
having given up food even when simulators were always available, never quite the same thing…
 
A short while later when breakfast is brought up for both, his rapture only intensifying.
 
^{”It’s so good…“}

@Coriolanus & Jenks  
She’ll quiet the alarm, keeping that in mind.  
She’ll take a seat and begin happily consuming breakfast, tail wagging away. “Hehe…I’m glad you like it. Food is good.”

@EclecticInspiration  
Presses across a chromatic series of dots forming under his forearm, then leans back to relax himself, with embarrassment.
 
“…just had to wind back the senses. Omnihedonia feels preddy great, but at the same time, not.” _^.p.
 
He sips his coffee, then turns his attention to Olive’s wrist-computer. “What’s the alarm for?”

@Coriolanus  
(STOP PUTTING PDFS I HAVE TO DOWNLOAD IN LINKS YOU ASS! i dun haev storage for it!

@Jinx  
(wut??? ^_{o_0} when I open it the thing opens up a tab going to a site called Aleph.se, Path of Totality by Anders Sandberg, etc)
 
(in that case instead I might copy-paste the text into Prop Shed, then link to the post in there. What page 10 says tho)

@Coriolanus  
(Mobile is odd sometimes.

@Coriolanus  
“Sometimes food is pretty good though. It’s to remind me what time it is. I’m supposed to hang out with one of the mercenaries working with us at 1300. We were going to go see a movie later.”

@EclecticInspiration  
“I don’t wanna get chonky tho…” ^%-,-%
 
Upon mentioning this, compared to when she’d first met him and now, Riggs notices that the shark appears to’ve gotten slightly, noticeably taller than his once fully-synthetic and ‘leaner’ body was… Maybe it’s just the chairs they’re seated on. Regardless, he also looks as if he’s a tad bit more well-built now than he even was ‘yesterday’, visible even beneath all his loose-fitting clothes.
 
“What if we all went together?”

@Coriolanus  
“I’d be alright with that. She’s a bit cagey but, her ailments willing, it’d do her well to meet others. You two would probably mesh well together. And…are my eyes playing tricks on me? You look different, but I can’t quite place my finger on it.”

@EclecticInspiration  
“What is it?… did you get shorter?” ^%.p.% Genuinely unaware of what may be occurring with himself.
 
“…who’s the merc, though?”

@Coriolanus  
“I thought you got bigger…huh. It’s Kat- unironically a cat. She’s the one that tried letting me in one of those mechs without a license.”

@EclecticInspiration  
Furrows his brow confused, hunching a bit over and down until his head is level to Riggs’s,
 
then his eyes suddenly widen, aware something may be occurring with himself… _{^”Ehm…“}
 
“…Anyways, I don’t hold it against her. I know all you security folks’ve been itching to… what’s the word… “count coup”^%?%, with what’s given us so much trouble this expedition. I just didn’t want to take any risks with anyone, least of all you… I’m sorry.”

@Coriolanus  
“Don’t be. I understand and it’s no biggie. I have no business driving without a lisence anyways. I feel like maybe we shouldn’t share our interest in each other yet but that’s up to you. We haven’t had any terrorists or anything, but if we did, that’d make you a prime target, and I won’t have any of that.”

@EclecticInspiration  
Bewildered by the last two regards.
 
“Ehm… What do you mean by terrorists? You’ve dealt with things like that before?” ^%<-<%

@Coriolanus  
“Uhhh…me? Specifically me? Officially, no…officially, this armed force is capable of withstanding terror attacks, and is comprised of individuals qualified to handle such situations. Some more so than others. I say this with ‘very strong confidence’.”

@EclecticInspiration  
“What makes me a prime target? Would they, like, force me to build a bomb?’’

@Coriolanus  
“I mean…maybe. Mostly our positions- mine included.”

@EclecticInspiration  
“It’s jarring that I’ve never thought about that before. Chilling, even…”
 
Looks out the window to the streetside below, wondering if the shadow of his old work stretches all the way from Longyearbyen, Svalbard back on Earth, to here on the frontier.
 
“…Let’s talk about something else. What’re the theaters showing today?”

@EclecticInspiration  
the invitation was actually to kats room on the eriksson, so likely something shed picked

@Coriolanus  
“I don’t know. Truth be told, I don’t know that we’ll be going to the theatres. She might have something in mind at her place.”

@EclecticInspiration  
In his mind to himself; _{{“I don’t want to believe it, but I’m betting there’s a plastic tarp with my name on it over there… I may’ve been synthetic for a few centuries, but I know when my gut is telling me muuuuuuuuuuuuuurdeeeeeeeeeeeer… alright, think of something to say to get out of this…”}}
 
“Ehm, I’m hoping for a thriller, or maybe a horror movie. Let’s go.” ^{%{“DAMMIT”}%}

@Coriolanus  
“You sure your new squishy brain is ready for that? I guess we’ll see what she has in mind. Are you ready to go?”

@EclecticInspiration  
“Let’s go. If it gets too scary I’ll have you to hold onto, right? Eheh…” ^{%{ ‘‘Oh lord…’’ }%}

@Coriolanus  
“Hehe…you seem nervous, silly shark. Silly squishy shark,” she muses to herself, getting her things together and corralling the dishes into w0ter.

@EclecticInspiration  
People-watches out the window for a few moments longer until they leave.  
_{{ “And what else goes into water? Fish, AND assassinated people… }}