shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Well hy know that death iz not gettink MINE patients on my vatch! -she bares her fangs-

 

-props chin on his helm and pets him-
Impressive!

 

*Pops into existence while wearing a Starbucks uniform, still in the motion of pouring something into a cup.*

Uh?

 

My mother has come close to calling me an abomination. The effect of which was reached, anyway. You stomp off, however. I will get tea.

Now to answer the other here...I'm not sure how to describe the concept to your kind? At least as I understand "robots" you don't have parents nor do you give birth. A mother though is a woman who raises and protects another younger one of their kind. Or sometimes others. Dogs will foster kittens, after all. For many the mothering involves actually giving birth to the being in question. Which is quite the process. It takes several months and a lot of pain! It is worth it though, I feel. I would not trade Fareeha for anything. Not even any of the others I considered children of mine, though they weren't mine. My daughter though? There is something there that can't be matched.

*holds out a cup for angela*

 

Frag off.

Then you should maybe try to help him with his suffering instead of making this a fragging pity self servicing party where you continuously enforce his false and harmful opinion that his new existance is somehow ugly or despicable or regretable or attrocious.

*He grumbles a few more things that are probably curse words and leans against Skydrop heavily, angrily knitting*

 

How fascinating. No we do not have a matching concept that I know of, though some castes before the war were privileged enough to be educated. Not myself. Who needs their datapad to read, or do anything other than sort and display after all.
-he is eyeing the tea curiously.-

 

You stop badgering her or there will be no hospitable offering of tea that you likely can't drink.

 

--Mina rolls her eyes and makes more tea appear, some in robot sized mugs-
@Sawbones of Kaon Hoy odder me, iz diz gonna make hyu klenky folk make mit der fallink over dead?

 

Oh boy. This is a weird thing to... exist into. Why are we fighting this time?

 

-sniffs it- I don´think dats meant fer mechanoids, but I recall in here we c´n jus´will stuff ta not hurt us right?

 

The medics and the gunformer appear to be arguing over life? The worth thereof? I ´m really not sure.

 

-strokes his helm- ...Mebbe time to calm down? Don't think I've heard you swear that much like... ever.

 

Ah. It's not quite being a teacher, no. There are similarities in place, but there isn't the same sort of bond often times. The sorts of care involved are also different. Tayyib.

Would you like some? The tea that is. I'm not sure if your kind can drink it though, admittedly. Omnics can't.

I doubt it is either. The offer of hospitality is the point, however.

For me it is not the worth of life. All lives are worth something. But life is rough and painful. Sometimes too much to bear. Mercy isn't always kind and it is never easy.

 

Oh whatever will I do without this organic matter that is poisonous to our kind. I will be sparkbroken not to receive the hospitality of a butcher with not a single supportive strut in her frame.

No :x
... maybe... :c
*he still looks angry. He looks like he needs a kiss.*

 

That's... weird. Alright. Uh, thanks.

 

The offer is officially rescinded. As are all future offers. I would feed even the one who shot me. But you? No.

 

A doctor cannot help a patient who will not see her. He will not. I hope that he can come to some peace with himself. I fear he cannot. But his life is his own, whatever it might be.

If I may, though -- it feels to me this is as much about your own life as Gabriel's. You have been told you are worthless one too many times, I would imagine.

*takes the tea and sips at it, feeling the sweet warmth trickle into her*

 

Of course, dear. Here you are.

-pours a cup and hands it over to sawbones-

I do hope it doesn't upset your circuits or gears or what it is you have there.

 

-strokes his helm again, and nuzzles it, then bends and smooches his cheek-

 

I would love some! -he gives her a brilliant smile- It smells worth the risk.