Recharge 06: Sable

I've come to learn a few things about Chris.

 

For one, he's what the Humans deem "lazy". I should have descovered that based on the cleanliness of his surroundings. Chris will go to great lengths to put off even the simplest of tasks. Example: he had asked what I would like to eat for lunch, and when I had told him a normal salad would suffice, he mumbled "I dont have any lettuce," in reply, and has been sprawled out on the living room sofa ever since.

 

I've also learned that Chris has a male sibling named Gabriel. Gabriel lives in an apartment complex south of here, and visits every now I then. I gathered this information when requesting Chris to indentify the personell in one of his picture frames. My chip is glad to know this. I know my enviornment a little better now.

 

Chris has a female partner named Sable, and he only had one picture of her in the kitchen. "She's pretty amazing," he had told me in a whispy voice. I looked back at the photograph. I was unsure of why Chris admired Sable so much. I decided I would recieve more information the longer I remained here.

 

Everything I had found all lead to one big point:

 

Chris was a very strange Human. Unlike anything I knew.

 

 

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"Lace-Ups! Dinner's ready!"

 

I had been sitting on the edge of my bed within my sleeping quarters when Chris' voice called to me from down the stairs. I was still unsure of why I had been renamed Lace-Ups, but it seemed irrelevant. It was a good thing Chris was offering me food, for I had been experiencing Hunger for awhile. But Daddy had taught me Humans favor those who wait, so I had done just that: waited.

 

I stood up, straightening my shirt and brushing dust off of my skirt. "Lace-Ups!" Chris bellows once again, "Didn't you hear me?? It's time to eat!!"

 

More information: Chris appears to be quite impatient.

 

I make my way down the stairs, being careful not to slip. Chris meets me at the bottom. "I figured you got lost on the stairs, you seem to take forever on these things," he said, poking my shoulder with his forefinger. I look up at him, remembering that Humans prefer eye contact. "Chris, have I not given you this information before? These stairs are dangerous and one could hurt themselves. I am merely taking precautionary measures," I state, and he sighs. "Again, you'll be fine. I've been bounding up and down these stairs for the past five months and I haven't fallen down once," he reassured. I nod. "But of course Chris. Forgive me," I reply, bowing politely. He laughs, and I wonder if he doesn't take my apology seriously. "You sure are strange, Lace-Ups," he says as he begins to walk back to the kitchen. I proceed to follow him, assuming I had his permission to do so. He turns around and looks at me. "Your dinner is on the table in the dining room," he said, pointing to the dining room table. A plate of prepared salad was sitting there. I assumed it was for me, since he told me so. "I am very grateful for the food you have prepared. Thank you," I say, once again bowing politely for him. He nods. "Yeah whatever."

 

My chip tells me that Humans use the phrase "Whatever" to expression lack of concern of interest. It appeared to me that my expression of thankfullness was uninteresting. To a Human, this would be considered "rude".

 

I suppose Chris can also be considered rude as well.

 

I sit myself in the seat closest to my food. Humans often place items near seats they wish for their guests to sit in, I have discovered. I am unsure if Chris is a Human who prefers for all to be seated before consumption, or if he wouldn't mind me beginning to eat without his company. I decide to play it safe and wait for him to arrive. "Chris," I begin, "I cannot help but notice there is nothing on the table for you to eat. Are you not hungry?" I can hear Chris laugh. "No, I'm still making mine."

 

"I do not believe it takes long to create a salad," I reason.

"I'm not making salad."

"Why ever not? Salad is healthy for the digestive system. It would do you good."

"Yeah, but I dont want a salad."

"Why?"

"Lace-Ups, you sure ask a lot of questions."

"I would prefer to gather as much social data as possible."

 

His head pops out of the kitchen and looks back at me. "Social data? Who says social data?" he asked, his tone light and sarcastic. I say nothing, and he shakes his head at me. "People in London call getting to know people 'gathering social data'? You guys are weird," he says, screwing up his nose before heading back into the kitchen. I sigh.

 

Yes. Chris is definately a very rude Human. I wondered why a woman who looked as defined as Sable would like to be partnered up with a Human like Chris. I lean back in the chair I am sitting in. I am not Sable, so therefore the answer to that question is invalid. It doesn't matter to me. I am not his Human partner, I am an Upload.

 

Uploads dont partner up with anyone.

Not even other Uploads.

 

"Okay, my dinner's ready," Chris says to me moments later as he comes out of the kitchen with a plate of saucy meat in his hand. "Chris--"

 

"It's a steak, Lace-Ups. Is that okay with you?"

"I was going to inform you that I am glad you've finally made it."

"Ahh. Sorry."

 

He delivers his "sorry" the same way he had told me "whatever" earlier. I register this apology as a fake, then nod my head and begin to eat. It tastes as if he'd added pepper. "Chris," I say, "Did you by any chance use pepper as an ingredient during the making of this salad?" He looks at me. "Yeah why? You allergic?"

 

"No, Chris. I am not allergic to pepper. I am just attempting to identify the ingredients inside this salad."

 

He gives a dramatic sigh and looks like he is feeling Frustrated. "Whatever."

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

Wow...he's just a rude little boy now isn't he? I hate rude people...especially rude boys. That makes me want to choke them out, you know? Anyways I don't like Chris' attitude with Lacey. She doesn't deserve that treatment...but eventually Chris will hopefully get better. I can't wait to read on. Thanks for sharing. :D