01 - The Jelly Incident

[marvelous_murderbot]

[The camera comes on to Guri who looks...completely normal, sitting there. But mildly off-put.]

It appears that the first unusual incident has already happened - fortunately enough, I was never a child or adolescent, so I have been spared that, however there are certain aggravating effects nonetheless.

So since I will retain this form, if anybody is in need of an adult to help watch over the children, I can certainly...

[Her hair seems to move.]

Oh, bother

[And a mass of golden hair suddenly appears, erupting outwards like a Christmas tree being cut from its wrapping, covering her face and dropping all the way to her waist. There is a moment of pause, tapping her hand on her knee before parting the hair.]

My hair does grow, so it keeps coming back. All of it.

Comments

[marvelous_murderbot]

No, please, continue. The information was very interesting.

[She does as he asks, folding her hands in her lap.]

[subcircuits]

Do you mean the tech R&D information, or the information about my new train hobby? [Normally he would assume the former, but... train. He's been learning not to make assumptions, especially when it comes to people's relationships with technology. So rarely are they like his own.

He gathers up the voluminous mass of her hair and pulls it all back over her shoulders, letting it fall freely down her back. Starting from the bottom, he begins to comb it out.]

[marvelous_murderbot]

Both, I am interested in many things.

[She pauses as he starts.]

Strange. Nobody has ever combed my hair before, for me. It's a strange feeling.

[subcircuits]

[That's actually not the response he expected, and he's pleasantly surprised by it. He actually responds to her second comment first, though.]

It is, isn't it? I find it very pleasant, myself. [Not that he has that much hair to warrant special treatment, but.]

My boyfriend here has long, long hair. Maybe as long as yours is right now, but so straight, and a paler color, like moonlight. [He grins a private little grin as he says that; apparently there's an injoke there.] He can take care of it just fine on his own, but he lets me help him with it anyway.

[marvelous_murderbot]

[She, in turn, smiles a little bit.]

That is a lovely-sounding thing. I hope you're very happy. And he won't mind you sharing your talent with me?

[subcircuits]

We are. [There is no mistaking the absolute warmth in his voice as he says it.]

I sure hope not, because you're not the first person other than him that I've had to help with their hair! [He chuckles.]

[marvelous_murderbot]

Good. People deserve happiness. As much as can be put out into the universe.

[Her philosophy is, overall, very simple. And right at the top is the assertion that life is a beautiful thing.]

Still. It is strange to have my hair combed. But relaxing.

[subcircuits]

Yes. They absolutely do. [And he's learned since coming here that there's not nearly as much of it going around as he'd like.]

It is, isn't it? Soothing. Once I have it combed out, I'm planning on braiding it back. That should keep it out of your face for the rest of the day, at least.

[He's quiet for a moment, combing; then:] So you're listed as Guri on the passenger roster. Is that the right name for you, or is there something else you'd like to be called?

[marvelous_murderbot]

[She makes a sound that might be akin to a sigh.]

Agreeable.

And that is my name, I have no other. Artificial life forms are seldom given any name, so I suppose I should count myself lucky to have any name at all to my credit.

[subcircuits]

[His hands on her hair stop dead when she identifies herself as an artificial life form, and he actually sits back from her a little.] 'Artificial--'

Really?

[marvelous_murderbot]

[This is where things tend to go off the rails for her. She's trying to live honestly, but... She sighs, turning slightly.]

Yes. Is that going to be a problem? I...understand if it is.

[subcircuits]

[If she's expecting disgust or fear or some other negative emotion, she won't see it on this face. Devero's eyes have gone wide and he's smiling.] Not at all. That's incredible! I wouldn't have even guessed!

[marvelous_murderbot]

[She halfway was. She tends to get either 'use to advantage' or 'disturbed.' The train is slowly proving her wrong on those accounts.]

Oh. Well, I am glad. It is difficult to...go unnoticed, sometimes. Humans are very good at discerning who does not belong, given half a change.

[subcircuits]

[Devero resumes combing out her hair, starting now to separate the mass into sections.]

Are there a lot of artificial folks like you where you come from, that people-- er, human people-- can pick you out?

[marvelous_murderbot]

Not many. And I am...unique, even by the standards of others like me.

[subcircuits]

Oh? [He's so curious-- but also, fundamentally, polite:] I'd love to know how, if you're willing to share.

[marvelous_murderbot]

Oh. Well.

[She shrugs her shoulders a little.]

For one, I've been in continuous operation longer than most of them. They were designed to be...basic decoys. Which ought to tell you much about the basic state of rights for artificial beings in my universe to begin with. Physically identical, but not an illusion that can be sustained at close range.

For another, my design is considerably more advanced. Unlike most of them, for instance, I can eat or drink. Digest fully. My skin is real, not synthetic, so is the hair. As far as I'm aware, there isn't a single human function I cannot perform.

[She sighs.]

So I am definitely more than a droid. But most humans, where I am from, consider me far less.

[subcircuits]

[As he listens to her speak, he starts to braid her hair. He keeps the different sections under pressure without ever pulling to hard; he really does seem to know what he's doing here.]

I never would have guessed. [Yeah, he said it before, but it's worth saying again.] This doesn't feel any different than braiding Alley's hair.

[He's not so cheerfully sanguine about the last bit of what she has to say, though. He frowns.] That's fucking bullshit. I'm sorry that things are so... unjust, where you come from.

[marvelous_murderbot]

It shouldn't. It is real hair, entirely so.

[But she can parse what he means from the rest.]

Yes. They created artificial life forms by the untold trillions - many of them classed as sentient - but as servitors, without consideration of rights or anything of that nature.

The amount of free droids is very low, but...at least there are some of us. Often freed by our own hands.

[subcircuits]

That's slavery. I don't care what language they use to dress it up where you come from, if they created life solely to serve-- that's fucking slavery.

[marvelous_murderbot]

Yes, it is. And they mostly dress it up by simply ignoring it.

Frankly, the only surprising thing is how rare droid uprisings are.

[subcircuits]

[He goes silent for a moment, ostensibly focusing on her hair but mostly trying to calm himself down. When he finally speaks, his voice is a lot more even.]

Where I come from, we did stuff like that. Not with-- droids-- we haven't cracked self-determining AI yet on my world, but with other humans. Chattel slavery, wage slavery... Even when we dressed it up in other names, it was still humans exploiting huge groups of other humans and denying them their personhood while they did. Wars and uprisings and violence could make things change, but it never stopped. It just got more hidden, or directed at a more "acceptable" group, and kept on festering.

It took an apocalypse to make it stop. And since coming here, sometimes-- sometimes I find myself thinking that maybe more worlds, more societies should have apocalypses and get the same chance to-- to reset that mine did. [He shakes his head.] It's an awful thing to think, but it's there anyway.

[He takes an elastic from around his wrist and uses it to secure the end of the thick plait he's made out of her hair. He lets it drop against her back.] --Done.

[marvelous_murderbot]

[She turns her head, reaching back to feel his handiwork, then looks at him.]

I would not overturn how things are in my galaxy if it means that much bloodshed. There are no good outcomes to such things. The victors of the revolution become the oppressors in turn, and it just necessitates another one, sooner or later.

In the end, all it does is claim unique existences, takes away irreplaceable beings.

[She's quiet a moment.]

Sometimes, I suppose, human faults make it so that there's no other outcome. That events have a terrible sort of momentum, and once they reach a certain point, mass violence becomes inevitable.

But I wish it were otherwise.

[subcircuits]

[He scoots back a little, giving her space on the bunk to check his handiwork. His eyes are fixed down on his hair kit as he packs away the comb.]

That's why I don't like myself for thinking it. It's an awful thought. We went through it on my world, we know what it's like to lose those lives. Every life lost is experience lost, skills lost, knowledge lost.

[Running a hand through his own hair, he sighs.] ...It was a plague, at least. My apocalypse. I wouldn't wish mass violence on anyone or any world, no matter how twisted.

[marvelous_murderbot]

I think it's a very organic thing to think. Very human. You are always two things, I find. But always because you desire truth, solutions.

[She pulled the braid over her shoulder, nodding.]

You do excellent work.