<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/OHyHtms.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]None of this had started with Kae personally, but many moons before her concept design was ever scrutinized over by Tanzo Corporation scientists. This being the appeal of Synthetics to a mass consumer base; their ability to conform and adapt, and among other things, impersonate those they were surrounded by. The Kinetic Android Experience was marketed to households with definitive means to support another 'family' member, and the line itself was a testament to the sort of clientele high end robotics companies catered to. Attractive male and female models, hand picked by those looking to place an order, ranging anywhere from 5,000,000? to 50,000,000? a unit. Luxury additions hiked the price further, and if one had the right connections, they were fortunate enough to be purchasing the most lifelike android ever produced.
This is why when Kae frowned, it appeared as any displeasing expression might - genuine on the face of the wearer. "To my apartment?" Her movements, though graceful and languid, were also deceptively human. She didn't glide or ghost about as she hovered near Ventus at the bar, but instead walked as any woman graceful in appearance should. Even a Synthetic needed to learn to walk in heels being this wasn't inherently part of their programming, but Kae was practiced. Educated. It was second nature by the time she had slunk into the Veil looking for work, meaning the experience Ventus received then was almost ethereal in quality. "You needn't do that, Mr. Astartes."
But just as the words were ushered between them, Kae found herself being led from the establishment she considered home with little more than a nudge in the direction of the door. To show resistance in the face of change was embedded in the human condition, yet the Synthetic found this to be the most accurate representation of what this meant on a personal level, regardless what she might have been. One could easily dwell on theories over their coffee, or muse about thoughts during the evening commute, but this android had never been so swept up in the waves of change at a rate quite like the one Ventus was maintaining. The sound of his lighter earned another look of unhappiness. Muted judgement.
"Do you drive?" The question likely wasn't necessary, but in Ho Chi Minh, the amount of adult drivers was lower due to the bustling transit system, as well as the addition of Android workers. If someone could afford a vehicle, they already had a built-in artificial intelligence unit. Kae asked anyway because she was curious if he could. "My apartment is over by the Notre-Dame Basilica." She looked down where her arms were folded, assessing the bubblegum polish coating her nails before expanding on the description. "It's in the French quarter, if you've ever been... On Rue Lavaud." Saigon had always clung to it's colonial roots, and as the future seemed to absorb whole cultures at a time, the once Vietnamese landmark city continued to be a vast menagerie of various influences.
Kae looked upwards in time with the last words Ventus shared, searching the towering skyline for hints at the night he spoke of. "If you say so." Her steps halted when they reached the vehicle, though the woman seemed preoccupied as she continued efforts regarding the state of the evening. Was it atmospheric, or did Ventus simply wish to gloat? At this point, Kae wasn't sure if she wanted the answer or if she just wanted to preoccupy her mind for the moment.
This is why when Kae frowned, it appeared as any displeasing expression might - genuine on the face of the wearer. "To my apartment?" Her movements, though graceful and languid, were also deceptively human. She didn't glide or ghost about as she hovered near Ventus at the bar, but instead walked as any woman graceful in appearance should. Even a Synthetic needed to learn to walk in heels being this wasn't inherently part of their programming, but Kae was practiced. Educated. It was second nature by the time she had slunk into the Veil looking for work, meaning the experience Ventus received then was almost ethereal in quality. "You needn't do that, Mr. Astartes."
But just as the words were ushered between them, Kae found herself being led from the establishment she considered home with little more than a nudge in the direction of the door. To show resistance in the face of change was embedded in the human condition, yet the Synthetic found this to be the most accurate representation of what this meant on a personal level, regardless what she might have been. One could easily dwell on theories over their coffee, or muse about thoughts during the evening commute, but this android had never been so swept up in the waves of change at a rate quite like the one Ventus was maintaining. The sound of his lighter earned another look of unhappiness. Muted judgement.
"Do you drive?" The question likely wasn't necessary, but in Ho Chi Minh, the amount of adult drivers was lower due to the bustling transit system, as well as the addition of Android workers. If someone could afford a vehicle, they already had a built-in artificial intelligence unit. Kae asked anyway because she was curious if he could. "My apartment is over by the Notre-Dame Basilica." She looked down where her arms were folded, assessing the bubblegum polish coating her nails before expanding on the description. "It's in the French quarter, if you've ever been... On Rue Lavaud." Saigon had always clung to it's colonial roots, and as the future seemed to absorb whole cultures at a time, the once Vietnamese landmark city continued to be a vast menagerie of various influences.
Kae looked upwards in time with the last words Ventus shared, searching the towering skyline for hints at the night he spoke of. "If you say so." Her steps halted when they reached the vehicle, though the woman seemed preoccupied as she continued efforts regarding the state of the evening. Was it atmospheric, or did Ventus simply wish to gloat? At this point, Kae wasn't sure if she wanted the answer or if she just wanted to preoccupy her mind for the moment.
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