Self Conscious picnic [CLOSED/Gage aka Okra] Dec 7, 2019 23:58:46 GMT -6
Post by Pheno on Dec 7, 2019 23:58:46 GMT -6
Pheno PL: 15,750
Being raised in a pod for the few months she existed- Pheno was used to waiting large amounts of time- but something seemed different about it now, something gave her the feeling of being stagnant- more so than literally being in a pod for most of her time conscious- but now it seemed more...well the feeling of knowing you could allegedly do whatever you could do being free to move- but not actually being able to do anything as a result of your nature. Despite being otherwise, free- the Earthlings feared her just by appearance alone. She didn't like this fact to begin with, but she figured once she evolved she'd of course look different from how she does now...but that was coming to be a lot harder than advertised.
With how things stood now- she had to resort to isolation, it was like she was back in the pod. Every so often she'd head back into the city and take the food dropped by the earthlings that ran in fear of her, eventually she flew far enough that she ended up in this jagged mountain side with craters in the surrounding area- even the walls- it was like some sort of battle scar on the mountain- but Pheno paid very little attention to that.
"Ohh bother..." the Bio-Android found herself with a towel laid out like a carpet with a basket full of a bunch of tasty goodies, like apples chocolate bars and little sandwiches, a few cans of non carbonated soft drinks as well. "...I have no more space in my journal, so I have resorted to talking to myself- it seems no one else will so for now it'll have to do." She proceeded to use one of her little nubby bug limbs to pour the juice into a shot glass and took a sip from it.
"Evolution truly couldn't take any longer- perhaps I should head back in town and get one of those recorders- after all it seems more...modern than writing in a notebook...though I think my penmanship is better than most earthlings now, I'm too proud of it to do away with it- and I enjoy writing..." After that sentence she realized there was no one actually listening- and once again fell into a despairing attitude and stayed quiet looking at all the snacks surrounding her- they tasted good but it wasn't like she needed any of this stuff- it wouldn't help her grow like any real energy- but at least it sort of helped time fly by.