They/them. Black, autistic, agender, aroace. Likely to back up fictional writing here. Looking to have a good place to write in roleplay format for multiple characters -3 Original Characters to be honest with you.
“My God!” he exclaims in feign shock – that frankly seems real enough. “You’re not a millennial who gazes at their phone all hours?!” Truthfully if asked, Sal could not begin to elaborate on what he felt an engineer, programmer, or anyone that dabbled in computers, did in their personal life. Because all and all, it was boiled down to the concept of ‘nothing.’
They can’t help but laugh at the faked shock. It both seemed possibly real but Saima knew damn well that wasn’t the case. “Hey, you brought up the computers ending society. I was just saying that it’s probably a good idea to step away for the sake of maintaining some kind of sanity.”
“Back in my day! We believed television would be the downfall of civilization.” Actually, that was not in his day, but his father’s day. It’s remarkable in its own way, how even to this day he remembers those words. There is no law saying that he should not speak to the tech at work, only common sense to leave those at work be. However, it’s lunch, and Sal does not have a single better thing to do than discreetly shun those who make their living through this –
bull.
“But now I think computers will do that. They can cause insanity.”
Sometimes Saima did get a deep, weird satisfaction hearing the old ‘back in my day’ spiels from people. Often they had solid points but… they could easily remember far, far before that so it wasn’t really something that the entity had missed out on. Nonetheless, it was lunch time – and they always kind of enjoyed humoring Sal.
“Hm, there’s a chance you’re not wrong – although that has been said about literally every new medium since the beginning of civilization. Nonetheless, people can be so unethical with what they use tech for – you’ve seen the proof of that already. So…I get your sentiment. It’s why I try to find other things to do with my time to get away from it.“
“ just a few? ” he almost laughs: they say it so casually, like it’s nothing unusual or considerable. he supposes in some ways it’s not: it’s not like he’d never met anyone beyond the usual human age limits. but the fact that they didn’t even KNOW their age anymore made it seem so much longer. “ I guess you lose track after awhile, huh… ? ” he would imagine keeping track of the passage of time felt a little pointless, after that long. he has other questions: do they stop aging; are they mortal; can they die? but it feels a little personal, so he stops before getting ahead of himself. “ I don’t think we’re THAT bad! ” he’s not really offended at all; actually amused at the other’s observation. “ but I guess humans are pretty much all I know, so… I’m probably just used to how IRRITATING we are, ” he smirks, playful, but he’s aware of the flaws of humanity. “ well, there’s definitely bad: but there’s a lot of good, too… it kinda balances out. ” at least, most of the time… he hoped…
They chuckle a bit. “I wasn’t exactly counting. It’s probably more than that. ” When one gets used to being around for a long, long time, actually marking the days doesn’t seem all that worthwhile. Saima gives a playful eye roll at the comment about humans not being that bad.“ Maybe they aren’t – but I’ve seen the same things. You probably just see that as quite ordinary. Which.. isn’t necessarily wrong.” Flaws were part of every species and humans were definitely no exception to that.
Clyde was always on some kind of edge, the person before him wasn’t wrong and it wasn’t news, but in the end there was money to be made, and that was sure enough to calm him. “Course I know… and good least ye know ta follow directions…the engine burnt out…there that good?” The mechanic calls out with an irate snort, scratching at his stubble in the heat, watching this new patron waltz back into the office. Clyde had come to his senses, but the attitude wasn’t something he’d bother to leave to behind.
“Of course. Appreciate it!” They manage to call back dryly before getting settled within the office – despite actually appreciating the work done. TThere was something of a humor to which they tried to handle things – even if it was at their own expense. But Saima figured they’d get to reading, might as well kill time while the work was being done.
“Sounds nice, having the ability to I mean. Admittedly most of the… worries I get come more from the content of those updates rather than the notifications themselves– but getting that itching feeling of missing something sure doesn’t help.”
“Right. I’ve changed a lot about how I carry out my existence lately – so that makes a huge difference as to what I even end up keeping up with. But ..honestly, I get the concern about the content of those updates. I can see how alarming they are and so frequent, even.”
“Tell me about it– just the sound of all those updates is enough to get me all antsy ‘bout it! Sure, I guess I could mute it, but the moment I check on my phone eventually…”
“Yeah, it’s terribly annoying. I’ve gotten in the habit of blocking notifications and reducing the number of things I get. I relish the peace of mind that comes from not checking things as much.”
“Y’know, sometimes I wonder if it’ll be helpful in the long run if I leave my phone off for a bit– ‘cept putting it into practice just doesn’t really work out. ‘Can’t help but cast an eyeball at it every minute or so.”
“Perhaps but you’d have to actually separate yourself from the phone if you didn’t want to keep checking on it every minute or so. Although I can imagine that’s not easily recommended either.”
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