A Lesson in Humans (Horus)

@"Poison-Star"

Downtown had always been such an interesting place to look at humans. They generally didn't notice him among the throngs of others, and he blended in fine as long as he didn't act too irregularly. It was also an excellent place to view the wide scope of human behaviours; boys helping old ladies across the street, just a block of two down from a thug mugging some poor passerby.

There also wasn't a lot of familiarity, causing his algorithms to work more and generate other outcomes than the norm. He passed a grocery store, a business building, a recreational center, a church... Ah, was that a park? Plant life in the city was always fascinating.

But then there was that flash of something he knew. Among the sea of faces and people and sounds, the girl sitting on the bench struck him as familiar. Ah, yes, his memory told him it was that girl he met on the beach. Her name was Avian. She liked birds, and birds liked her.

@"Poison-Star"

The girl seemed to recognize him, too. Humans, as far as he knew, had very limited memories, some better than others. He was glad, then, that this girl seemed to deem him important enough worth memory. Did humans choose what they could remember and what they couldn't?

A moment later, she went tumbling down onto the pavement.

Humans were also rather awkward creatures. Of course, Yesterday was built to sort of match what one was supposed to look at. However, he had additional ballasts and balancing mechanisms that made it somewhat difficult to knock him over.

Nobody else seemed to be helping her, though. She had practically fallen at his feet, her items strewn about. He bent over to pick the book up, quickly closing it in case she had something private in there, before wandering over to her.

"Would you like me to assist you?"

@"Poison-Star"

The girl seemed to have influence on more than just the seagulls at the beach. A much smaller bird fluttered up, chirping and hopping around her as if asking if she needed help as well. It wouldn't be able to do much, considering its size, but at least it was making an attempt?

Yesterday easily helped her up, using his ballasts and counterweights to more or less ease her back onto her feet without bending much himself. Ah, the advantages of mechanisms. Then again, he wasn't entirely aware of it himself. All he knew was that humans were, indeed, quite fragile.

"That was quite a fall. I hope you are alright?" He held out her sketchbook to her, closed. He hadn't taken a look. It was, supposedly, her own private things and humans hated their privacy being exposed.

@"Poison-Star"

The bird that accompanied her today was much smaller than the gulls that were with her last time. It had spindly little legs and a small, round body with beady little black eyes, too. How interesting. Birds did come in many shapes and sizes, just like humans and dogs and a lot of things on this planet. Heck, if he'd just landed and someone told him both the gulls and the finches were both birds, he'd be mighty confused.

"It isn't a concern." Or rather, he meant it wasn't a problem. He gave a small nod, his facial expression remaining as stoic as ever. It wasn't as if he looked unhappy, per se... But he definitely didn't look like he felt much.

"A ghost?" How odd for her to ask. There was little context to it, but he answered anyways. "No. Ghosts are supposed to be spirits of the deceased, correct? I am not deceased."

@"Poison-Star"

Yesterday cocked his head slightly at the nervous girl. She didn't sound like she even knew what she wanted. That was alright; humans were rather confused things and he couldn't blame her for a fault with the species.

"Human?" No, he definitely was not... but he was working rather hard to be as human as possible. He didn't know if he'd been convincing in passing for one so far; probably not, if he was getting such questions. Humans were so fickle and difficult!

"Curiousity is most definitely not a bad thing." He avoided the question a little for now, reaching out to give her sunhat a little, reassuring pat. "Knowing your friends is probably important, too."

Yesterday already knew the concept of lying, though he was also aware that it was a bad thing to do. He shouldn't lie, but he didn't want to blatantly admit to being nonhuman, either. Whatever should he do? This was a moral question, and Yesterday had yet to get any sort of direction from a moral compass.

"I assure you, I am a living thing." He dodged around the question and answered something else. That should do for now. Maybe.