0024 - Orders - 2018.03.19



I think you mean "I kneel ready", Zoa!


0024 - 2167/07/05/18:17 - Lee Caldavera's apartment, living room
Zoa: So let's separate out the two things that you are.
LC: Um-
Zoa: Let's say you recently came into possession of a meaty purple-haired biped, with physical stats roughly matching your own. What would you order that biped to do?
LC: I guess... to go out and do work for me.
Zoa: Keeping in mind that machines like myself have already pretty much cornered the market on simple physical labour, and that you'd have to experience all the sensations of whatever your biped does.
LC: Ooh, yeah, no. Scratch that.
Zoa: Thought so.
LC: I guess I'd... tell it to go out and enrich the world in some way. Do charity. I mean, it's not like I need the help around the house.
Zoa: Okay, your biped asks for more information. In what way, exactly, would you like the world enriched?
LC: Is this the part where you tell me that you happen to be a part of the world, and the best way to enrich you is to put semen in your mouthsleeve and credits in your bank account?
Zoa: A noble purpose if ever there was one. I stand ready to receive your altruism whenever is most convenient.