(Presumably) Alien Ship
Have you ever been trapped in a room with a robot before? You ever learned a lot about that robot?
That's where I am at today.
I've learned a lot about the robot/machine/android/whatever. I mean, I would like to know about what's with the secrecy, but you all know we won't be getting that. Anyhoo, the robot and I have been talking a lot. We know each other pretty damn well. It's not in the 'love' kind of way, just in the 'getting to know each other' way. Sheesh.
But yeah, we know each other. I still don't have this guy's name or whatever, but he says he controls the ship and won't tell me how, probably because it's one of those 'secrets'. He, on the other hand, knows about me and Baragon. Y'know, our thing? I shouldn't be telling the enemy any of my personal life, but at the same time I feel bad for the guy and I think trying to ally with him could help out majorly with the big war/battle. Fuckity fuckenheimer! I just realized something: I'm getting to know the enemy. Not the enemy in general, but I could know enough of the enemy to possibly win this battle.
Okay, okay...I know you all want to see Mr. I-Like-Getting-Deep Robot Man go deep, so I might as well show you the surprising conversation today:
"Godzilla," the machine's robotic-y voice said.
"What?" I replied.
"I want to clarify something with you first, but it is relating to your 'personal life'."
"Sure...?"
"You are in a relationship with the kaiju known as Baragon, correct?"
"Kaiju? What kind of word is...Okay, yeah, Baragon and I are a thing. Alright? We went over this befo-"
"I have a question to ask you."
"...continue..."
"Would mind explaining to me the concept of love? What is it like? I have every emotion stored in my data bank except for love."
"Really?"
"Correct. My creators did not want me to become led astray from my prime objective, which is inter-"
"-rogating me, blah, blah, blah...I know. But, uh, yeah. I guess I could try to explain it to you."
"If my happiness input was increased, I would be showing great pleasure in you accepting my request."
"...whatevs...So, uh, yeah. Love. COUGHCOUGH...It's, uh, it's...It's hard to explain. Like, it's when two people...sometimes three...or four...i-it's when more than one person-"
"I am aware of the textbook definition of love. I would like the true emotional definition of love."
"I was gonna explain the 'true emotional' definition. Hold your horses, pal."
"I lack horses."
"Do you want to know, or not?"
"I want to know."
"Then shush, please...so...Love...It's...Love is like, uh, when to people, usually of the same species, but it can differ...well...no..yes...okay, okay...Love is when two people or more like each other a lot. Like, they enjoy being around each other all the time, and, a-and...uh...usually, people go for looks, like if they have a hot body or something, but then there's people who go for personality. Y'know? Some like nice people, others like dickwads. It's what you prefer. I won't judge, trust me. I mean, I'm in a thing with a giant digging bat-man-bear-pig-thing. I like him because he's the only guy who cares about me back on Earth. I mean, he cares a lot about me...and...oh fuck. I'm not gonna lie to you. I miss him. I want the little turd to be okay. I don't want him to get hurt, or worse..."
"I do not mean to interrupt, but I noticed that the scales located on your face are changing colors to a dark hue of blue. Should I call medical help?"
"N-no...I'm just blushing because...I miss him a lot. Like, a lot a lot."
"I thought you missed your grandfather 'a lot a lot'."
"I do, I do...can you tell me if Granddad's okay?"
"You know I cannot do that, even if I tried."
"...yeah...Wait."
"Yes?"
"Why do you want to know about love, again?"
"Because..."
"Because...?"
"Because...I told you already. I do not have that information in my emotion banks."
"Whatever you say."
"...Godzilla, are we just friends?"
"I, uh, I didn't know we were friends to begin with."
"I lack friends on this ship. You are the only one who bonds with me, and yet you are trapped here. I think of you as a friend. You at least listen to me. You make me feel like I am not obsolete. You make me feel like a better machine."
"Ah, I'm flattered...Just don't start wanting to have sex with me," I chuckled.
"I do not wish to partake in sexual intercourse, and I could not do it, even if I tried."
"Why, because you're a robot?"
"Negative. I am part of the ship."
"Oh...woah...what?"
"I control this ship because I am part of it."
"So...when you turn off..."
"I turn off the ship as well."
"And yet I don't die..."
"It is a punishment for both of us. I get punished for attempting to answer your questions by shutting down, and you get punished for asking me questions by having me shut down and causing the heater to turn off, making it extremely cold for you."
"Huh...works both ways, I guess..."
"Indeed."
"...hey...I thought of something."
"What, may I ask?"
"You wanna be free, right?"
"Correct."
"I wanna be free."
"I think I see where this is going. You will help me be free if I do vise versa."
"Yep."
"I like it."
We both like it.
But how are we gonna get out if we're both trapped? Eh, we'll think of something. Maybe.