Red vs Blue Voicetesting Thread

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It's hard to argue when he's so very tired. After a moment he nods, reaching up to wring out his hair as the water shuts itself off. Best to leave it to air dry. It'll be fine, come morning.

And if it needs a little brushing, Taylor likes the opportunity to fuss with his long hair. Half the reason he likes it this length, he imagines.

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Towels, bed. Dry, sleep. His mind settles into the simple creature requirements for a restful sort of passing out as he towels himself off, helps Sam do the same, and starts shuffling to the bedroom. He guides Sam with the odd nudge before crawling back in bed, flopping over on his side. There's plenty of room for him to curl up in front or behind, whichever he finds more appealing.

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The old habits stick hard. He settles in at his back, though turning to wrap his arms around York rather than settle back to back in the old, familiar ways he and Felix had always managed. This way was better, if one of them was awakened during the night by bad dreams, bad memories.

And it kept York considerably warmer.

A kiss presses to the nape of his neck, a quiet reassurance that everything was fine. Sleep was all they need concern themselves with now.

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As predicted after a moment's slight squirming to press back against Sam's chest and adjust his pillow- Taylor drops off like a light, utterly exhausted. In the quiet of his mind there's a half formed question followed by muzzy agreement before Delta flickers into view at eye level for Locus.

Less effort for him while they have this conversation.

"If I could have a moment?" For the first time since meeting Locus Delta seems...hesitant. Uncertain. His holographic projection is slightly slumped at the shoulders, the pads of his fingers drumming oh so slightly against a thigh plate. A nervous fidget he'd picked up from York.

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Locus's eyes flicker open, regarding the little green hologram with a furrowed brow. When Delta speaks to him directly, something's usually up. It's reason enough for some preemptive concern.

"What is it?" In the same tone one might say 'of course'.

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"Hypothetically-" And that in and of itself is different from the norm. Delta operates in statistics. What is most likely to happen, what ought to happen, the most logical course of action that will be beneficial to Taylor and, in turn, Locus. 'What if's' are York's territory, not his. "If I were to..."

He notices the fidgeting and forces himself still. "To engage with you as York does while present in the neural lace as Felix did-"

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Ah. So he'd seen what came of it. Obviously it would be a matter of some intellectual interest, the idea of being able to feel as they did, to tap into the sensations at play, things Delta would never otherwise experience.

"Feeling a little curious?" Locus's expression softens, his head tipping slightly.

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"I have reviewed his memories of your time together and observed you often enough to know what I would and would not find enjoyable-" There's a tinny rasp, Delta's digital version of clearing his throat. "And I may have taken the liberty of discussing the possibility of deeper neural net integration with York in this way previously. He insists I sit in on a 'solo session' before broaching the subject with you, but that will not suffice."

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"Why not?"

York obviously understands the AI situation better than he does, so it's strange to him that Delta would try to avoid his suggestion. It's not as though a 'solo session' wouldn't provide him the stimulation necessary to understand the experience, at least in part.

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"The sensations alone are not what interest me." Explaining this is- difficult. He is ill equipped to do so even after so much time comfortably settled in York's mind, surrounded by his habits, his emotions, his impulses. As much as any and all of that has taught him more of the human condition than his own broken echos of the Director's mind and memories ever could-

It is still an inherently awkward request. An odd desire. "The...sentiment. The connection you share with York- that is what I cannot experience if it is simply me and him working alone, even if he thinks of you to the exclusion of all else while he handles himself."

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Well. That's information to have. Locus's eyebrows lift at that revelation, and while it's not surprising, now is not the time to let his mind wander to all the ways York might 'handle' himself while thinking of Locus...

Delta's request is priority, at the moment.

"...you want to know what it feels like to make love." That is what he's understanding, here. It isn't the base, carnal pleasure, the act of fucking, but the emotion behind it.

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"I have never understood that phrase. One experiences love or one does not. Making it, the act of creation- unless connected to procreation which is not at all a concern with two men, is odd. Express love would be more appropriate but that is done in more socially appropriate means-" It seems that like the fidgeting, Delta likewise picked up York's tenancy to ramble when nervous. As he did earlier he catches himself.

Quietly, then. "I want-"

And is that not a dangerous thing, for an AI to want? To have independent desires? Yet here they are. "I want to experience what he feels when he looks at you while you are...integrated."

'Making love' makes no sense, 'having sex' falls shy, 'fucking' is base and as far from what he wants as possible. Integrated is clinical but- appropriate.

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Intergrated. That's a word for it. But he thinks he understands what Delta is after here. It's the emotion, the physical ramifications of it. The tightness in his chest, the warm burn that has little to do with temperature.

"And his memories don't give you a good enough grasp of what that feels like, do they?" he responds after a moment, remembering that AI could rifle through their memories and feel things. Anger, cold, heat, the taste of a cigarette.

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"An unfortunate side effect to the degradation of York's neural lace. I am able to witness his memories with clarity- but sensations are muffled, dull." A beat. "...I am fond of you as well. Aside from continuing to ensure you survive in the field and assisting you with Felix I do not know how best to. Express this."

There is no protocol for affection with AI in general, let alone fragments. Trying things the human way seems the most efficient.

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"So you want to try this with me, specifically."

That alters things ever so slightly. If it's simply a matter of an AI search for a way to experience The Thing, Locus could chalk that up to a learning experience and nothing else. To know that Delta actually wants to be...affectionate towards him?

Alright. That's a little endearing, in its own way. And does a good deal to warm him to the idea, if that smile is anything to go by.

"And here I thought I wasn't your type."

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"I would not trust anyone else with this particular experience." None of York's previous partners, were they present, would satisfy either of their needs or desires. After a moment, he nods.

It is about Locus, specifically. About the care and consideration he has shown, his loyalty, his vengeance. "Nor would I be so curious."

The callback to his first attempt at humor with Locus eases something in the back of Delta's mind, certainty returning to his stance. "I have always found you compelling. This is a logical extension of that aesthetic appreciation."

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Is it really, though? Locus smiles a little wider, but doesn't argue that fact. Instead he simply nods, adjusting the grip of his arms around Taylor.

"If he doesn't mind, then...I think that would be fine, Delta. I'd like that."

He's fond of the little AI in his own way, after all this time. And to think they'd initially been so wary of one another.

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"He won't." There is a bone deep certainty that this request would be considered a continuation of his 'how to human' lessons. York would be deeply pleased and more than happy to comply. "It goes without saying that I would rather Felix not be included in what we do."

A time may come when he wishes to try this 'hatefucking' thing- but at the moment? No.

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"I'll keep him in check. I think I know how to...the word is 'retire', isn't it?" What came from locking him away behind those bricks, though he'd grown more compliant. Why, he hadn't the slightest, but it served their purposes.

"Are there any parts of this in particular you want to explore?"

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The green of his hologram brightens for a moment- is that a blush? Can AI feel vaguely abashed? Delta will simply blame it on York's dreams if asked. "Penetration?"

As hard as he attempted to make it sound like a calm and certain statement- it seems posed as a question.

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Locus manages to avoid chuckling, just barely. Alright, that's a starting point. His eyes still glint with faint amusement. "In that you'd like to penetrate, or be penetrated?"

Nothing like being certain.

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"Yes." Both? Both. Both is good. he thinks he could handle both. York receives as much pleasure from one as he does the other, both would offer him the most perspective for the act-

And he is. Curious. Intensely so.

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"Alright. Then it's likely going to be a longer session. Are there any other points of interest we should invest some time in?"

He's curious what the AI associates with that feeling of affection, and what he would seek for his own. It's unlikely the rougher aspects would appeal much to him, in that instance.

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"Oral and Aural stimulation." A beat. "Fellatio is the appropriate term and-"

Again that vague brightening of his hologram, again that tinny noise of someone clearing their throat. "Your voice, when you speak. Order? Instruct."

Specificity is important but he cannot quite find the words. "When you lay out what you wish to do before you do it."

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"I think that would be helpful, regardless. Simply to allow you to know what's coming. If you've never engaged like this before, I can only imagine how intense it would feel for the first time. Structure might help."

He's considerate like that. And definitely taking notes, as tired as he is.