It's the argument we always used to have. Everything he thought were things I thought, because he's me. Everything he does are things that I should approve of doing, because he's me. Telling him I don't want him to do something is either dishonest or hypocritical. Because we're the exact. Same. Dude.
[There's a certain bite to it: it's an argument he has had with the AR before.]
He always refuses to take into account the necessary differences of a thirteen year old copy of my brain as an AI to the development I've had since, and also that just because one iteration of me wants to do something, it doesn't mean I do. He also ignores that my mind conjuring him up doesn't necessarily imply I want him here. My mind mostly consists of things I don't want it to and can't control. It's my main beef with it. And with him.
[DEFINITELY AN ARGUMENT HE HAS HAD A LOT. Maybe he's so caught up being mad at AR he doesn't notice Dave has gone blank? Whatever. Dirk leads Dave in through the front door and it's
mostly a mystery, but definitely this, sans the window. Dirk, why. Why that statue. The main room... kinda sucks. Like, the fridge is the same but there isn't anything in it except some fish and a bunch of orange sodas. He has all the same appliances but they're empty of gore. The walls are decorated with APPARENTLY EVEN WEIRD AVANT GARDE HORSE STATUES and yeah, there's a futon and the TV, but no turntables, no extra computer, no sign that anyone but Dirk ever lived here.
There aren't any puppets around either: just robots and their parts, arranged in a way that implies Dirk just kinda stops in the middle of whatever he's doing (eating, probably) to work on a project that he had left for himself at one point. Even then, he isn't half as messy as either Dave or Bro. HE IS PRETTY NEAT.
The sense of loneliness comes back strong again. A feeling of aversion bleeds in. Dirk doesn't mean it too, but honestly, he doesn't like his main room. He decorated it but what's the point of a futon for one kid living alone? What's the point of an entire living room? The robots are the best effort to filling the place up and even then they don't do the job. Isolation creeps in.]
Like I said. It's pretty boring. I preferred to stick in my room.
[And just. Came out for snack breaks and lost robots along the way because he can't stop working even to eat?
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[There's a certain bite to it: it's an argument he has had with the AR before.]
He always refuses to take into account the necessary differences of a thirteen year old copy of my brain as an AI to the development I've had since, and also that just because one iteration of me wants to do something, it doesn't mean I do. He also ignores that my mind conjuring him up doesn't necessarily imply I want him here. My mind mostly consists of things I don't want it to and can't control. It's my main beef with it. And with him.
[DEFINITELY AN ARGUMENT HE HAS HAD A LOT. Maybe he's so caught up being mad at AR he doesn't notice Dave has gone blank? Whatever. Dirk leads Dave in through the front door and it's
mostly a mystery, but definitely this, sans the window. Dirk, why. Why that statue. The main room... kinda sucks. Like, the fridge is the same but there isn't anything in it except some fish and a bunch of orange sodas. He has all the same appliances but they're empty of gore. The walls are decorated with APPARENTLY EVEN WEIRD AVANT GARDE HORSE STATUES and yeah, there's a futon and the TV, but no turntables, no extra computer, no sign that anyone but Dirk ever lived here.
There aren't any puppets around either: just robots and their parts, arranged in a way that implies Dirk just kinda stops in the middle of whatever he's doing (eating, probably) to work on a project that he had left for himself at one point. Even then, he isn't half as messy as either Dave or Bro. HE IS PRETTY NEAT.
The sense of loneliness comes back strong again. A feeling of aversion bleeds in. Dirk doesn't mean it too, but honestly, he doesn't like his main room. He decorated it but what's the point of a futon for one kid living alone? What's the point of an entire living room? The robots are the best effort to filling the place up and even then they don't do the job. Isolation creeps in.]
Like I said. It's pretty boring. I preferred to stick in my room.
[And just. Came out for snack breaks and lost robots along the way because he can't stop working even to eat?
Probably.]