Technical Difficulties

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Bianca"]

"I see." Kurt finally answered.

So she wasn't really built for a purpose, more of a test. He didn't quite understand the idea behind it, honestly, he didn't understand why anyone would create a droid with the capability of true thought and sentience. There was a part of that which simply seemed cruel, almost vicious. Droids were hyperaware of their surroundings, incredibly capable and well beyond what most humans could do, they were...something else. He supposed that being designed by droids herself she didn't have some of the limitations that other advanced droids had, but...he was still more than weary about just exactly what BIanca was. A Human Replic Droid capable of thought, but trapped in its own odd world of thought.

He frowned for a moment. "So they didn't give you any money?"

That was weird.

They did all of this planning, created the perfect droid, or what they claimed to be their next phase in development and then dropped her onto the worst planet in the galaxy and just expected her to survive? He supposed that it was probably some sort of test, a weird way to see if it all worked out.

"Why not rob someone rich?" Kurt said gesturing to himself. "I might look like a push over but I don't exactly scream money, do I?"

 

[Ellie Mors]

Somewhere a writer's brow furrowed as she realized the massive plot hole.

Bianca didn't really have an answer for his question - the first one, anyways. What she knew could, probably, pass as an answer, but he seemed to be so staunchly against droids being programmed for tasks that it almost seemed like he was against droids being given any kind of programming to begin with. At least to her, anyway. "No, they expect me to be resourceful and get myself off of this slab." She answered, then thought on his second set of questions. Those ones she really had no way to properly respond to, at least not informatively. What was she supposed to say? 'You had a cute butt?' 'You look like a pilot?' Any way she put it, in her head, it sounded absurd - though she had no doubt in her mind the first thought that popped into her head probably would have boosted his ego.

"Alright.. well, I'm going to put off your second question because I feel like you're going to be more interested in why my resourcefulness and such are being observed and tested. The results of, anyways." Bianca explained, leaning back in the seat. She glanced up towards the ceiling above them, eyes skimming for any cameras placed by perverse club owners, and blinked with satisfaction when there weren't any. No reason to worry that another droid like her might be lurking outside the door to get rid of this either naive or overly concerned individual. No, if someone had to get rid of this pervert blaster-jockey, it was going to be her.

Of course it wasn't going to be her, so clearly he was in the clear for now.

"As I'm sure you're aware, it costs money to make anything in a factory - that goes double for droids, and triple for droids that happen to be human replica types - ten times for those of us that sit in the experimental zone." She said, gesturing towards herself near the end of her comment. "Well money comes from buyers, investors - what you've amounted to slavers, droid owners." She continued, examining his face and pausing in case he had another opinion to voice - he seemed to be pretty opinionated about droids, oddly. "So where does the money for further development, discovery, and so on come from? It comes from the sales they will be making on me - expected to be somewhere around twenty-million credits or so, if not more. So consider yourself flattered, if I were a call-girl you'd be with the most expensive one in the galaxy."

"Of course the sale isn't planned to be permanent. The auction is directly geared towards the seedier side of things, the people who nobody will miss when they disappear. It's why I've been trained as an assassin, so after a long enough time with my future owners goes by.. well let's just say that in your situation, your head would have actually popped like a cherry if you had been them." Bianca said, eyes darting down to her knees. "So as you can see, I'm being built, trained, and so on for the prospect of a bigger, better, bid. I'll return back to Onadax when the time is right, but I'm being treated like the perfect assassin by them - I have to become better at everything, including survival in an urban setting. I've already done this in a rural and city-scape."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Bianca"]

"Ah." Was all Kurt said.

He had realized during her talk that he was essentially arguing with a being that was designed to be smarter than him, one that had very likely met that design specification. The Pilot had never really understood most higher scientific concepts, he wasn't his parents after all. His father likely could have had a much more informed discussion with this woman, one that would end in victory and with everyone patting one another on the back. He wasn't his father however, and at best Kurt could be considered a learned amateur. He didn't understand computers, slicing, protocols, any of that. At his heart he was a mechanic, a man that worked with his hands and got things going, not someone that designed the thing that needed to get going.

It was an odd line to draw, but one that fit Kurt well.

The question now of course was what he would do. The blaster in his hand had long since dropped it's aim away from her, now half laying on the sofa and pointed more towards the floor. He was still half tense and truth be told his lungs still burned for air, but he had mostly recovered from the...incident that she had put him through. The other thing was that Kurt didn't really hold a grudge against her for doing what she did, after all it was basically just her programming, or that was how she explained it anyway.

So what was he to do?

Kurt was a Courier, a glorified delivery boy, he wasn't really meant to solve the higher ethical quandaries of the galaxy such as droid rights and their independent thoughts. In fact, he didn't even really like droids, there was something about them that simply creeped him out, but the idea that one could look like her? Act Human? Essentially be human? That didn't sit right with him in the least. Where was the line? A loud sigh escaped his lips and his hand came up to cover his face in exasperation.

His fingers dragged down pulling his lip for a second before he finally looked at her and spoke. "So what do you want to do?"