Posted by Lieutenant Guy Freeman (Chief Counseling Officer) in Guy Freeman’s Office - Eve pays a visit

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Posted by Lieutenant Guy Freeman (Chief Counseling Officer) in Guy Freeman’s Office - Eve pays a visit
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Did androids possess feelings? Could they be hurt or insulted? Did they cultivate dreams and wishes, grand ambitions? Or were they merely synthetic processors of data. Walking and talking in/out terminals masquerading as sentient? Eve did not know the answers to these questions. But data gathered from her previous starship assignments indicated that she greatly valued any time spent in conversation with the ship’s counsellor.

And so, it was for that reason that Eve chose to present herself at the office of Lieutenant Guy Freeman, looking not for a psychological assessment but merely a…chat.

• Eve (Eng)

Guy didn’t even knew aboard the ship there was an android. Or maybe he was aware of it, but suddenly forgot about its existence in the whole ship like the things he didn’t cared too much or the letters that his old-flame were sent to him periodically, which as he knew already from the Ark Angel, those were just to apologize about the things of the past but that Guy couldn’t accept at all.
And so when Eve entered, he looked at that… thing? Human? Android, synth? Whatever it was made Guy’s head tilt a bit as he was reading the books about Aristotele and his philosophy and also to chuckle as he deducted something was not human in “her”.
“Interesting…” he turned around the sofa taking his PaDD and standing up as he walked with his cold eyes fixed at the little letters of the LCARS UI toward toward Ms. Eve.
“Eve? Just Eve? Alright.” He confirmed his thought. “So, what are you up for, here? Ms. Eve. We had no appointment booked if I am correct.” He stopped with his proudness and feet 20 cm apart from her.

Lieutenant Freeman, Guy - Chief Counselor Officer

“You are correct, Sir, that I have not made an appointment,” the android replied, her synthetic voice adopting an almost contrite tone. “I checked your schedule and saw that you had no other obligations. However, if I have arrived at an inconvenient time then I can return later?”

“You’re correct, Eve. I don’t anything to do now and no. You can stay, what’s the point of this visit?” He laid down his azure eyes to the android face: hers seemed like of a young woman. Fascinating, Guy thought.

As she waited for the Counselor’s response, Eve began to study the man’s office. It always fascinated her, the myriad configurations that humanoids could discover to arrange and decorate what was standard, isotropic furnishings and fixtures.

The office was not decorated too much. On the right side of the room, hanged on the wall, there were Guy’s degrees: medical to near the door, following his academy and finally his counseling degree. He had a sack pillow seat tho, a standard starfleet boring 3-person sofa, an antique glass table in the center of the room and some other furniture like a piece of the bulkhead of the old Red Baron starship he served on, his old medical uniform he loved to wear when he was at the university (Of course cased into a wooden frame with gold details) and a lovely crystal dog statue on the desk that he used to have to remember his youth pet who perished when a shuttle departed and burnt the dog with the thrusters.

“I was…hoping…that we might engage in social discourse, if you have the time, Sir?” she qualified after a moment.

• Eve (Eng)

Guy was at first weirded about the request but as he put down the PaDD on the desk and ordered some Martini, he said “Well, I was bored. Get a seat.” And just before he could leave the replicator he asked “Uh… I’m not sure, do you want something?”

Lieutenant Freeman, Guy - Chief Counselor Officer

“Do I want something?” Eve repeated the question. “Yes. Many things. I want people to stop being afraid of me. I want people to believe me when I tell them that my behavioural inhibitors prevent me from dong physical harm to another sentient being. I want my Captain to never regret allowing me to return. I want…”

“Uh- Eve I meant…” he tried interrupting the android still holding his glass of Martini.

Her visual attention returned from the wider room and to the narrower focus of the man himself. Noting his current position at the replicator, her response to his question was immediately flagged as an error. A misinterpretation.

“I see,” the android confirmed this new understanding. “You was inquiring only of my specific gastronomic wants and not of my wider existence targets. In that case, no, I do not want anything. Actually, I do but…I do not possess the ability to consume nutrient substances. So the exercise would be futile. Although I am most interested in what you are ordering for yourself?”

• Eve (Eng)

“This is a Martini, Eve.” He looked the glass and ordered another one “Do you still want to try it? It is a useful experience even without having taste and nutrients absorption. It makes you more… human.” Guy walked toward the sofa waving the other hand as he explained and sipping some Martini with the other. As he sat, he left the glass on the table and looked at it, waiting if Eve was to take it and try to be more human. “So,” he paused sipping a bit more of the alcoholic substance “you wanted to talk. Perhaps may I ask about what?”
Guy wasn’t that bitter as his usual. Androids were something different and he felt better than counseling some sort of human-ish person. And so he was actually enjoying being curious of counseling and attaining a dialogue with Eve.

Lieutenant Freeman, Guy - Chief Counselor Officer

Eve studied the glass of alcohol intently for a few moments then, raising it to her mouth, she angled the receptacle so that the inner liquid was separated from her lips by a distance of 0.5 millimetres, then placed the glass back on the table and mimicked a swallowing of the imaginary drink she had just consumed.
“Delicious,” she offered her appraisal, having analysed that such a combination of ingredients would qualify as exceedingly satisfying for those who possessed the ability to actually ingest them. Eve, alas, did not. But as the Counselor had already observed, the act of doing so, or mimicking it as precisely as the android was able, did indeed make her appear more human.

Taking a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, Eve adopted an elegant pose, reminiscent of one glimpsed in historical data from the Terran 1950’s and ladies ‘finishing schools’ - one leg crossed over the other with the foot curled around the calf, back straight, shoulders square and hands resting gracefully in her lap. Her occular implants with their attractive, cerulean-blue irises, focused on the face of the man across from her and a delicate upturning of the lips was adopted to indicate openness and an eagerness to talk and to socialise.

But what should be the first topic of conversation? Even after so many decades of existence, the android still struggled with what humans liked to refer to as ‘small talk’. Were one to inquire about the latest developments in self-sealing stem bolts, or the recent advancements in integrating neural networks then she felt confident in her ability to deliver a most engaging and fascinating speech. But when the topic of discussion were to be chosen at random? Where was one to begin?

“I wish to know…how was your day, Counselor?”

• Eve (Eng)