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Re: Recycling Fixes Everything [Open]
« Reply #20 on: November 07, 2017, 04:23:14 pm »
Better to have friends than enemies…

It was hard to refute that kind of logic, but Wolf still wasn’t sure he understood why Kirkley would want to call him a friend instead of just leave and let him remain a no one – it wasn’t like friend or enemy was black and white. There were more than two options, but what did he know? Friendship, human connections, and social bonding were all far beyond the realm of his experience and knowledge.

Lab rats weren’t people.

“So is that how it works? You just say we’re friends and that makes us friends? I don’t know what friends are for or how you make them. This seems overly simple.” Surely making friends wasn’t this smooth a process? It seemed a bit anticlimactic to him. What a weird day, and it wasn’t even over yet. “And I am not a kid.”

Wolf managed a skeptical expression as sushi was poorly described to him, as was the method of eating it. He had no idea what chopsticks were, but he supposed he would find out soon enough. It was very tempting to reconnect to the wifi and look sushi up, but between his fear of detection and figuring that learning about one type of “real” food would simply lead to hours spent looking up and learning about a plethora of real foods he couldn’t afford Wolf resisted the urge.

“Isn’t expecting someone to consume food without informing them what they’re eating suspicious?” Despite the question Wolf didn’t seem any more concerned than he had a few moments prior. The AI was still humming contently in the background, because despite the strange meeting, he had decided that he trusted this large, oddly friendly man.

Something told him that Kirkley was pretty harmless – at least to him. He had no doubt the man could be dangerous to anyone he decided to dislike, but that wasn’t the case here.

Wolf squinted up at the neon sign. He didn’t know his way around The Cancer very well, and didn’t know where they were or the names of any eateries since he rarely left the sanctuary of the garage and didn’t eat real food that wasn’t the cheap nutrition bars. It was the inside the really surprised him. Most places he saw since arriving on the space station were a bit grungy, but this place was spotless.

He had never been inside a restaurant before and so Wolf simply followed Kirkley’s example as they were seated across from each other. The menu received the most confused look. It had so much printed on it but he didn’t really understand what he was supposed to do with it.

Kirkley to the rescue again, as he moved to sit beside him, another time it might have made him more uncomfortable, but right now he just needed someone to feed him input because he was lost.

“No, never.” Wolf couldn’t afford real food on The Cancer and the scientists had been convinced that the nutrition bars were the most cost effective method of getting him his necessary caloric intake. They were bland as cardboard in his experience. “I don’t know what any of those really are…What are the nutrition bars considered? Are they sweet? They all taste the same to me.”

 

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