Machines. Fully-built robots. Each one, either an android, a gynoid, or zoid, talking, thinking, and unbelievably, reacting, emotionally, to this surprise meeting.
Jason's fear slowly blossomed into a private joy, upon seeing them. "You guys look so awesome," he uttered, reverently.
Marcie, however, was quietly staring more at the diminutive gynoid of the group, and found herself forgetting to breathe.
Like the others with her, this "Velma," didn't resemble some human-like animatronic at one of her father's competing parks, she was a visually mechanized duplicate for Velma. Steely, in her surface details, bejeweled with tiny, blinking function lights on her person, yet given the near-form of a living Velma, complete with a paneled, color-schemed
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"Velma?" Marcie dared to whisper, hoping that her fears weren't justified.
"Vellum," the Velma analog corrected her. "Actually, a Vellum-class Library Operations Model, to be precise."
"I...I'm Marcie," the girl introduced herself, nervously, deciding, for now, to be happy that it wasn't what she feared.
Vellum studied Marcie for another moment, then, she was prompted to say something about her, and about all of these strangers, whose very appearance, quite frankly, shook her analytical belief system to its core.
She pointed a slim metal finger at Marcie, directly, and said, in the most perfect pitch of incredulity her vocabulator could simulate, "You're...humans! You shouldn't be here!" "Don't worry, Tinker toy," Red said, giving her a non-threatening shrug. "We've just got to make some repairs, and then we'll be gone. No problem."
"That's not *buzz* what she means, man," the lanky Shaggy analog explained, punctuating his words with a buzz in his vocabulator. "You're, like *buzz* dodos, man. You're extinct!"
"Ooh, who's this?" Quinn Hadley said a little too excitedly. She ran up to an awkward Reed and an equally excited Marlene.
The raven haired girl was the first to speak up, “Leilani Kahele. But you can just call me Lani.” She smiled brightly with a soft chuckle. (Some guys swooning over her already..)
She’s had it all the years I been here. It’s a loose weave and I can see inside it; there’s no compact or lipstick or woman stuff, she’s got that bag full of thousand parts she aims to use in her duties today - wheels and gears, cogs polished to a hard glitter, tiny pills that gleam like porcelain, needles, forceps, watchmakers’ pliers,
Shuddering, I looked up to see her anxious expression. “Millie…” I mumbled groggily, “What gives?” I wasn’t angry because I knew that Millicent wouldn’t have done something like that if it wasn’t important.
"Cambree Williams; Bookstore girl" he read. "Cute, I 'm Trevor! It 's nice to meet you Cammie"
The curvy-tanned woman with medium length straight black hair raised her open-ended wrench and pointed at him. "You take too many breaks. Now get back to translating those hieroglyphics, otherwise you'll find out what other options I can do with my wrench."
Then the girl looked at Renata. She smiled! "Hi," the new girl said. She waved.
Now clear who spoke, a woman in the middle of the crowd started speaking. "Well we invented them, of course."
“Hi,” she replied, her tone was low and scarcely audible. Lorenzo was getting suspicious every moment, and not to mention – jealous too.
“Who are you?” I blurted out. His look gave me reassurance that he looked upset that I didn’t know.
"Hello," I said, my words muffled behind my mask. "My name is Serena and I'm a volunteer from the Patient Playroom."
“Well, uh, it’s nice to meet you guys..” She didn’t know what to say. They just nodded their head and went off to talk about their own things with one another, she just listened.
Allison gloomed, “was that unexpected? I know we just met and started talking, but I would love to get to know you.”
"Hmm..." She paused, as if she was having trouble remembering her name, before saying "Ellie. I 'm Ellie - it 's going to be very nice to get to know you. All of you." She dropped a smirk in my direction on the first 'you ', and I
“It was really serious. She accused me of being a spy, and—no, it only sounds ridiculous when you say it out loud!”