[Talk - Ping]
The… robot? was playing with the short girl’s massive brown curls as if it had never seen human hair before in its life. Said girl didn’t seem terribly happy with the situation, so I tried to distract the robot by introducing myself.
Its head spun around to face me, and its body followed suit a few seconds later.
That definitely sounded recorded. Could it even speak on its own?
It didn’t seem to notice I’d said anything– instead it picked a few strands of my hair to run its fingers through. At least it was leaving the considerably more dangerous girl alone?
Didn’t it just say it was supposed to have the mind of a 14-year-old, not a 5-year-old? Either way, it was a little too close to uncanny valley for me, so I tried to escape the reach of its four spindly arms.
It froze as if it was having a life-changing epiphany.
I took advantage of the robot’s existential crisis to make a quick exit from the conversation. Had the circumstances been less dire, I might have stayed to explain human social norms in finer detail… but frankly, this thing was creeping me out. I could deal with it later.
Weren’t we supposed to be Hope’s Peak students, anyway? Why was it here with the rest of us?