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Bad Handwriting and Everything [Open]
The upside to using paper and pen instead of data pads for taking notes on patients is that it's intuitive and you can fiddle with things. The downside is that, at the end of a shift, a lot of the notes have to be shredded for privacy reasons, and the details have to be entered into the data pads anyway. Despite his usual devotion to efficiency, Howard doesn't mind this. It's a nice way to review the day and cement anything he might have learned.
The Quarantine's mostly empty now, which is a definite plus. All those kids were getting Howard crankier and antsier than usual. He brought in a box of toys from the Warehouse, though he didn't bother to check the age ranges for them, so he hopes someone who cares a bit more will take out all the choking hazards before any of the children regress to toddlerhood. He doesn't want anything to do with children; he had enough of that back in that dystopian nightmare he called home. All they do is cry and scream and demand things and kill each other and eat all the food and lie and burn down buildings and generally make life unpleasant. Not that adults are always better, but at least someone's around to enforce order here.
He hums a snippet of Cliffs of Dover to himself, chewing on the end of a Tinker Toy, and starts typing in his notes.
The Quarantine's mostly empty now, which is a definite plus. All those kids were getting Howard crankier and antsier than usual. He brought in a box of toys from the Warehouse, though he didn't bother to check the age ranges for them, so he hopes someone who cares a bit more will take out all the choking hazards before any of the children regress to toddlerhood. He doesn't want anything to do with children; he had enough of that back in that dystopian nightmare he called home. All they do is cry and scream and demand things and kill each other and eat all the food and lie and burn down buildings and generally make life unpleasant. Not that adults are always better, but at least someone's around to enforce order here.
He hums a snippet of Cliffs of Dover to himself, chewing on the end of a Tinker Toy, and starts typing in his notes.
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"...any number of things, really. I'm less than two years old, so clearly I don't have the experience required. I'm synthetic, so clearly I don't understand concerns particular to fully organic sentients. I don't feel adequate remorse for the combatants I kill, I'm clearly out to get everyone to 'register' their powers, I'm new to the ship so I clearly don't understand anything about our situation."
Zouichi shrugs. "I'm sure someone determined to do so could think of even more."
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"You know most of those arguments are stupid, right? Because they are stupid. I'd trust you to be aware of organic concerns more than some random moron with a pulse and white blood cells. I mean, even if this is all hypothetical."
That's dangerously close to a compliment, Zouichi. If this carried on any further he's going to have to make fun of your bird again.
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He shakes his head. "Maybe. But people believe what they want to believe. And manipulating that desire is what politics is all about."
Zouichi has a kind of dim view of politicians. Back away from the bird, Howard!
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Whether he realizes it or not (probably not), it's not really in Zouichi's nature to defend himself, anyway -- just other people.
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