[ The sight of Aaron struggling makes K have to consciously resist the impulse to assist him, not wanting to inadvertently cause offense, either. Especially not when Aaron's been so kind to him. But what if not offering help is more insensitive? And then it's too late to amend his possible mistake when he's being presented with a child's drawing. ]
A daughter. [ And only a daughter, it seems, with the conspicuous lack of a spouse or other parent being mentioned. Carefully, he asks: ] Just you two? That's a cute picture. [ The drawing is studied like it's an interesting relic of a sort K's never seen before, which isn't far from the truth. And the obvious sentimentality involved in Aaron carrying around his daughter's art has him smiling slightly as he considers the questions posed to him. He's also curious to investigate the artificial limb a little more closely, but his sense of propriety prevents him from trying to reach for it. ]
I believe the most applicable term is "biorobotic." My kind are bioengineered — organic, to a point. [ Because his programming isn't metaphorical, and those parts aren't organic. ] I've never been human, so I can't say whether my emotional range is identical. Similar biological needs, but... fewer. We require less sleep, fewer resources. We don't get sick. We're designed for the vocations too dangerous or unfit for humans, and can survive in conditions that would be fatal to them. Extreme temperatures, radiation exposure. Space travel. We're used to colonise other planets.
[ He lapses into silence for a few moments after giving what essentially amounted to free advertisement for his manufacturer. It feels — awkward, to present this so bluntly and risk making Aaron feel uncomfortable simply for being human, but it's necessary context. ] We're designed to be efficient slave labour for humanity. This is why I'm programmed for obedience. [ Delivered in an informative but neutral tone, making it unclear how K actually feels about this. ]
cries about the drawing it's so cute, and aaron's face...
A daughter. [ And only a daughter, it seems, with the conspicuous lack of a spouse or other parent being mentioned. Carefully, he asks: ] Just you two? That's a cute picture. [ The drawing is studied like it's an interesting relic of a sort K's never seen before, which isn't far from the truth. And the obvious sentimentality involved in Aaron carrying around his daughter's art has him smiling slightly as he considers the questions posed to him. He's also curious to investigate the artificial limb a little more closely, but his sense of propriety prevents him from trying to reach for it. ]
I believe the most applicable term is "biorobotic." My kind are bioengineered — organic, to a point. [ Because his programming isn't metaphorical, and those parts aren't organic. ] I've never been human, so I can't say whether my emotional range is identical. Similar biological needs, but... fewer. We require less sleep, fewer resources. We don't get sick. We're designed for the vocations too dangerous or unfit for humans, and can survive in conditions that would be fatal to them. Extreme temperatures, radiation exposure. Space travel. We're used to colonise other planets.
[ He lapses into silence for a few moments after giving what essentially amounted to free advertisement for his manufacturer. It feels — awkward, to present this so bluntly and risk making Aaron feel uncomfortable simply for being human, but it's necessary context. ] We're designed to be efficient slave labour for humanity. This is why I'm programmed for obedience. [ Delivered in an informative but neutral tone, making it unclear how K actually feels about this. ]