He is leaving out most of it, really. But those are the important facts to be starting with. they weren't always true, but they were true when Toshi arrived here, and they have been true for some time. Kotetsu is already so far on edge ... He doesn't need any of the messy details right now.
Or maybe ever.
The laughter is music to the android's ears and a soft addition of color comes to his face. Purely cosmetic for the sake of expressing, of course. He doesn't have blood. 'A nice change' the man says. Oh boy if only he knew. Still... "I should hope so, seeing as you're the one who gave it to me." He seems very proud of, and fond of, that fact.
He smiles a little wider to see the pocketed hand and gesturing. This is the Kotetsu he knows and loves. His own posture relaxes enough to put both hands in his pockets. He glances down, covering part of his face with his hat brim.
"No. I was not made by Barnaby." He wishes that were so. "Though he and Mr. Saito have worked together to repair me, or alter and improve my capabilities." Like reactivating his free will, or unpacking the Drs Brooks' incredibly advanced emotion simulation system. They got much further than anyone ever knew, because they suspected their work was being watched by greedy eyes. In software for AIs they were well beyond.
It was their other son who perfected the hardware. But Toshi doesn't want to talk about him.
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Date: 2016-09-18 07:40 am (UTC)Or maybe ever.
The laughter is music to the android's ears and a soft addition of color comes to his face. Purely cosmetic for the sake of expressing, of course. He doesn't have blood. 'A nice change' the man says. Oh boy if only he knew. Still... "I should hope so, seeing as you're the one who gave it to me." He seems very proud of, and fond of, that fact.
He smiles a little wider to see the pocketed hand and gesturing. This is the Kotetsu he knows
and loves. His own posture relaxes enough to put both hands in his pockets. He glances down, covering part of his face with his hat brim."No. I was not made by Barnaby." He wishes that were so. "Though he and Mr. Saito have worked together to repair me, or alter and improve my capabilities." Like reactivating his free will, or unpacking the Drs Brooks' incredibly advanced emotion simulation system. They got much further than anyone ever knew, because they suspected their work was being watched by greedy eyes. In software for AIs they were well beyond.
It was their other son who perfected the hardware. But Toshi doesn't want to talk about him.