things we lost [open]

@"Poison-Star"

Yesterday cocked his head to the side when the seagull fluttered up to her arm, its webbed feet awkwardly gripping her as if it wasn't meant for that job. Probably not, considering they were webbed and not hooked like a parrot's.

"How interesting... Communications with feral wildlife isn't common, I imagine." It probably wasn't. There was no wildlife on the ship he came from. No, all the species had become domesticated or eliminated one way or another, which was a somewhat saddening thought if he even had the ability for it.

He didn't. At least, he didn't think he did.

"You are quite interesting. Are there more like you?" With strange powers, that was. He figured powers in on themselves was common on this island, as nobody seemed to be trying to hide theirs as far as he knew.

@"Poison-Star"

Any more... like him?

Yesterday went quiet. For just a moment, his systems recognized an obscure signal from his processors that he was unable to recognize. He didn't have it programmed into him; it was a product of his thinking AI and yet he couldn't decipher it. It was the same string of code that he'd received when he was in the escape pod, surrounded by his sleeping brothers and sisters to an unknown destination.

Loneliness. That was what he felt. He didn't have a word for it yet.

His expression, predictably, remained the same. Any human could've taken it for insulted, or sad, or pensive... really, Yesterday's neutral face was just that: unreadable.

"I think there are." He hoped there were any left. When his escape pod exploded, so did everyone onboard but himself. He had managed to find his way to the center, protecting him from what had happened. "There should be. I don't know where they are."

He looked up at the sky then, even if it was just vast and empty and blue as any sunny, cloudless day. They were out there. Of course, he never set foot on his developers' home planet. He was activated on the ship and for the 12 earth years he was in commission, that was where he stayed. He looked back at the girl.

"I hope they are okay."

@"Poison-Star"

There was very little such thing as a 'sensitive' topic to him because he was programmed not to have an opinion. Of course, as of late, something was trying to override that. He really wanted to find out what it was, but that didn't seem possible for the time being.

"I... am not entirely sure." Only he was. They blew up. There was a systems failure after they tried to sail too close to a few asteroids trying to observe earth. One crashed straight through the ship and it crumpled. The escape pods were called and most of the AIs were sent away in a specific one with a tracking beam.

...then, explosions.

He blinked, the video reel playing back in his mind as if he was seeing it before his very eyes. Oh, he'd almost forgotten how terrible it looked.

"They got lost." Which was the closest to the truth without revealing the whole thing. "I, too, am lost."

@"Poison-Star"

"That is correct." Technically true. He knew the fate of most of his brothers and sisters, and so did the beach that they had been scattered across, all of them broken up into tiny pieces and destroyed beyond recognition. But he didn't know the fate of the rest of them, of the ones who made him and those who escaped successfully.

As for directions... He would have smiled if he had the emotional capacity for humour. He shook his head instead.

"No. I don't belong on this island. I come from far away, and I know exactly where it is, but I am lost and can't get back." It contradicted itself, of course, but he didn't quite realize that. It made perfect sense in his head. Unfortunately, current earth technology wouldn't allow it.

"It is quite a predicament, but I'm sure I'll be able to figure it out on my own."

@"Poison-Star"

He almost felt like they were going full circle now. He didn't want to explicitly say where he was from, but he hinted at it. She'd probably think of him as something quite strange to gawk at, but he just wanted to blend in for now until he could figure out what, exactly, he could do.

The seagulls weren't helping. They continued to make their noises, and they had their odd head-cocking tick that could have been adorable if he knew what adorable was.

"It's..." He trailed. Well, he technically never set foot on the planet that his creators considered home. He'd been loaded with information and had seen footage and images but he'd never personally been there. To him, he'd known the ship all his life. The ship was his home.

"It's cold. And very metallic." And familiar. Something he could relate to. "Like the inside of one of your spaceships."