"Started with classical and jazz because they're what I was most familiar with." K's always had an appreciation for jazz music in particular. "But I've since been learning some of everything," he says with a smile while ducking his head slightly. They're not so different in that, the desire to learn everything they can. Which makes him suddenly realise — they really aren't different, now. A thought he'll round back to after answering her other question.
"Of course," he agrees easily. "There are more rooms than I know what to do with. And multiple bedrooms and bathrooms — multiple storeys. You'll have your own space to do whatever you'd like with." It's a far cry from his old one-room apartment with a murphy bed, that's for certain. He likes it. Arguably best of all are the wide windows throughout that let in the natural sunlight — because the sun isn't perpetually obscured by pollution and nuclear winter here, as it is in their home universe.
Returning to his prior line of thought, he raises his eyebrows as he looks at her again, his expression thoughtful.
"If you're like me now..." Meaning specifically a Nexus-9 android or the closest approximation Thirteen could manage. He can tell she isn't human, at least, in the same way people in their home universe can immediately recognise him as an android. If you know what to look for, the signs are obvious. "Then I guess there's some things you should know.
Eating and sleeping are sort of optional. You'll need to do very little of either to get by, though both do speed the healing process." Injury naps and snacks are good, in other words. There's also eating and sleeping for the mere pleasure of it, but he's just covering necessities right now. "In general you won't require nearly as many resources or downtime as a human. It's what makes us more efficient slave labour."
Stating the obvious. In the past, these are things he would have glossed over for the sake of maintaining the illusion of a mundane, domestic life together. But things are different now. There should be no more illusions, he thinks. No more playing at being something he's not; he'd rather embrace his identity as an android fully here, and stop being ashamed of it. The shame that humans forced on him wouldn't help either of them now.
...There was also the rather telling fact that his apartment in their home universe had lacked a toilet, but he's uncertain whether that's a detail she ever noticed. Well. They can get into greater specifics on bodily functions (or the lack thereof) if needed.
"You may find that you're significantly stronger than humans, too, so you'll need to take care when physically interacting with any. They're fragile. It's easy to inadvertently hurt them, especially if you might not have the same programming as me that prevents it." The programming that also prevents him from being able to defend himself against humans, except under specific circumstances where his handler-issued orders supersede his programming to preserve human life. He isn't sure whether that's unique to android blade runners, but it could very well be.
"I'm not sure exactly how close Thirteen made your physiology to mine, but maybe some of that information'll help you." He pauses, considering something. "Have you maintained any of the abilities you had — from before?" As a hologram.
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"Of course," he agrees easily. "There are more rooms than I know what to do with. And multiple bedrooms and bathrooms — multiple storeys. You'll have your own space to do whatever you'd like with." It's a far cry from his old one-room apartment with a murphy bed, that's for certain. He likes it. Arguably best of all are the wide windows throughout that let in the natural sunlight — because the sun isn't perpetually obscured by pollution and nuclear winter here, as it is in their home universe.
Returning to his prior line of thought, he raises his eyebrows as he looks at her again, his expression thoughtful.
"If you're like me now..." Meaning specifically a Nexus-9 android or the closest approximation Thirteen could manage. He can tell she isn't human, at least, in the same way people in their home universe can immediately recognise him as an android. If you know what to look for, the signs are obvious. "Then I guess there's some things you should know.
Eating and sleeping are sort of optional. You'll need to do very little of either to get by, though both do speed the healing process." Injury naps and snacks are good, in other words. There's also eating and sleeping for the mere pleasure of it, but he's just covering necessities right now. "In general you won't require nearly as many resources or downtime as a human. It's what makes us more efficient slave labour."
Stating the obvious. In the past, these are things he would have glossed over for the sake of maintaining the illusion of a mundane, domestic life together. But things are different now. There should be no more illusions, he thinks. No more playing at being something he's not; he'd rather embrace his identity as an android fully here, and stop being ashamed of it. The shame that humans forced on him wouldn't help either of them now.
...There was also the rather telling fact that his apartment in their home universe had lacked a toilet, but he's uncertain whether that's a detail she ever noticed. Well. They can get into greater specifics on bodily functions (or the lack thereof) if needed.
"You may find that you're significantly stronger than humans, too, so you'll need to take care when physically interacting with any. They're fragile. It's easy to inadvertently hurt them, especially if you might not have the same programming as me that prevents it." The programming that also prevents him from being able to defend himself against humans, except under specific circumstances where his handler-issued orders supersede his programming to preserve human life. He isn't sure whether that's unique to android blade runners, but it could very well be.
"I'm not sure exactly how close Thirteen made your physiology to mine, but maybe some of that information'll help you." He pauses, considering something. "Have you maintained any of the abilities you had — from before?" As a hologram.