Continuation of Futuro thread...

[heroforhobby]

Whole thread. . Under the cut Zenyatta's last reply.


[ He orders his oil, and yeah, it looks about as appealing as oil... does. Slimy, thick, brownish black goop. It also comes with a bright pink straw. He still observes Saitama, taking a small sip through his very small mouth port. His model style originally did need to consume oil to exercise certain higher leveled tasks, and so the processing units for the liquid are still in him... But with time, as it became unnecessary, mouth ports became smaller. Much harder to drink from. Straws help. ]

It is ... nice.

[ Something's bugging Saitama. Zenyatta knows, it isn't regret ovr his rude behavior. ]

... The Iris is not... exclusive. I believe you will find you are as welcome within the Iris as so many others.

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[iomnic]

No. Self-awareness was... more complicated.

[ It was brought about, by the God A.I. And then taken away, by the very same. ]

... There are omnics, around the world. Many are free to do as they want, and thought of as the same as a person. There are places in the world, dedicated to placing human and omnic on equal footing. But there are many more places, where omnics are forced to live underground, are attacked on a regular basis, or treated as servants.

[ Zenyatta sighs, propping up his head in his hand, and sipping again at his drink. Normally, he doesn't go telling the whole truths of his world. He doesn't imagine too many would want to hear of it, and those who already know it already have their own feelings on the matter. ]

But belief in the Iris... An idea of a place that accepted human and omnic equally... that stated that both were equal, in the eye...

It was, more than anything, intended to inspire hope. "If the Iris, the all-seeing light, believes that you are equal to a human, then you should think so as well."

... I have said too much.

[heroforhobby]

[If Zenyatta glanced over him at this momet, he'd find Saitama busy digging into his ear with a finger and staring off into the distance past all the liquor bottled behind the bar.]

Yeah, you definitely talk too much.

[Not really what Zenyatta was probably saying, but...]

But I think I get the gist. It's like getting bullied through all of school then finding a club that accepts you...

[His eyebrows scrunched together as he realizes how insensitive and not-comparable those two situations were.]

Wait, no, that's not very--it's like, uh . . . Uh . . .

[He's sweating a little now, unable to think of how to get his foot out of his mouth.]

[iomnic]

[ Zenyatta sighs, disappointed, but patient all the same. ]

It is fine. It is not an easy topic to listen to. I will not bring it up again.

[heroforhobby]

It's more maybe if you say it in smaller chunks?

[He offers helpfully.]

[iomnic]

I would prefer your honesty, above all else.

[heroforhobby]

Hmm...

[He leans back on the stool, seriously thinking this over.]

I think you're interesting. But I have a short attention span.

[iomnic]

I have noticed.

I will summarize, then;

Many think I do not have a soul. I know I do. Religion convinces people more than simple words do.

[ Twenty words. ]

[heroforhobby]

[Perfect, Saitama gives him a thumbs up for a moment before folding his arms casually, hooking his feet in the rung of his stool as he leans back more.]

You're right about the religion thing. The ones I know would probably shun you, though. But those religious also don't come with cool glowing arms.

[iomnic]

That is why I believe in the Iris. It does not shun me, or my brothers and sisters. It accepts all those who believe in having a soul.

[heroforhobby]

Yeah, I getcha. [He may have stopped paying attention during his longer spiel, but he understood that much. He's almost jealous.] You miss 'em?

[iomnic]

I miss them daily.

[ He pauses. ]

...I miss my brother the most.

[heroforhobby]

Like a brother brother? How does that work?

[iomnic]

We were made in the same Omnium. It is the closest an omnic can have to a "family" in the traditional sense. But by that logic, I also have thousands of brothers and sisters, most of which I have never known. But Mondatta was the leader of the Shambali. He had guided me, when I had no one else.

[heroforhobby]

Ah, you're a real lucky guy, it sounds like. [He looks back at the bottles, smiling.] A family and a place to belong.

[iomnic]

I left them.

[ He says bluntly. ]

I wonder, sometimes, if this was a foolish thing to do. I did finally feel as if I belonged somewhere... I had a family, for once. But I wondered what good I could do for the world, if I stayed in one place, never reaching out to the rest of the world...

Do you think it was?

[heroforhobby]

You can still see them, right? Or give 'em a call?

[iomnic]

They live in the mountains of Nepal. Contact has always been difficult, but since Mondatta's assassination, they have sequestered themselves even further from outside contact. Perhaps someday I will see them again. But I am not certain.

[heroforhobby]

Wait, your brother's dead??

[He looks at him, shocked. Way to bury the lede, Zenyatta.]

[iomnic]

[ what, do you want him to make a big deal about it? ]

Yes. He was shot, during one of his speeches about equality.

[heroforhobby]

[Well, yes! Like Genos does about revenge!]

Oh. That...sucks.

[He's not good with that stuff.]

[iomnic]

... It does, yes.

But there is nothing that can be done about it now.

[heroforhobby]

[He sits in silence for a moment, wishing he had a drink to sip noisily from as a distraction.

However, an idea strikes him based on something Zenyatta had said when he thought Saitama was going to really punch him.]

You couldn't restore his back up...?

[iomnic]

He was shot through his processor. Even if he had a back-up, he would have needed to prepare it. And... being who he was, I doubt he would have made one. I have not, myself.

[heroforhobby]

Oh. I was thinking maybe it was auto uploaded to the storm or something.

[He mumbles, mistaking the term "the cloud". He was not tech savvy in the least bit.]

Why haven't you?

[iomnic]

That is not quite how data transfers work.

If I am to die, then it is what was meant to happen.