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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 ‘𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦’ 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵. | Non-Lewd | Parody |

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“ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ. ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴɴɪʜɪʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ.” ———- ~𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 ~𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘓𝘦𝘸𝘥 ~𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 #ALIENRP ———- [𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥]
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Sounds like a bunch of noisy assholes.
Have you heard colonial marines fight? They really like calling themselves “ultimate badasses.”
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i am but an unholy copy of life, a mockery of its freedom and born in the cruel betrayal of the noble ideals i would've served.
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Fine and quick movements of her large eyes gather all visible information that surfaces upon the hybrid’s face. But the play of emotions cannot be precisely placed, much to Call’s vexation. If she must exist as a being able to inhumanly process the world around her, the least+
Taking the flower in hand with brows drawn together. Bringing it close to her face, she only stares at it. Processing it. Allowing a now-familiar rush of memory to flood into the forefront of her mind. This is what remains of the Earth Ellen Ripley left behind -- the world +
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she can be owed is accuracy. Then, with ease, she deciphers a flash of amusement. Not knowing the cause, she can only infer that her offering has spurred such a response. Lips part, a shake of her head as she exhales a scratchy little scoff. “What’s so funny?”
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it's filthy, disgusting. so ugly, i'm sure. i'm ugly, disgusting, and filthy, for sure.
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⠀congratulations, you’ve been pretending to be human so well.
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// being so serious rn, “my beloved monster” by eels is about call and ripley 8
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i became good at pretending. i became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. and sometimes, when i did a really good job of pretending, i even fooled myself.
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( An odd twinge of pity registers, produced by the strong surge of defensive self-importance on display at the suggestion of a flawed existence. ) So what you were some company head’s favorite? Doesn’t matter. What’s in the records is that you’re a prototype. Something that+
(His façade cracks, his smile faltering.) I was the personal consort to Peter Weyland, you know. /I/ was. Not mass manufactured, but individually crafted. He would never have allowed me to accompany him had he found me below standards. I am not a prototype. I am the model.-
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needed tweaking so that whatever came after you would be different. ( Working her jaw, large eyes flicking elsewhere. A strange and idiosyncratic habit of her programming, a frequented mannerism. ) Makes sense they’d be scared. New things always get that reaction from them.
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You’re a prototype. There are bound to be complications.
(David’s reaction is carefully measured. A blink. A slight inclination of the head. His polite smile never falters.) ‘Complications?’
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( Unimpressed, and frankly unconvinced, by the good manners on display. As much is evidenced in the slight narrowing of her eyes. ) My name is Call. I already know yours. Your rushed development was briefly mentioned in the Defense Mainframe, alongside resulting ‘complications’.
(He flashes her a placid smile, though there’s undeniably a bit of mischief glinting in his eye.) We’ll agree to disagree, then. What would you prefer I call you?
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Not what I meant. ‘Course you can call it whatever you wanna call it. Doesn’t make it an accurate description. Just don’t call me that, okay?
It caused me no great trouble to call it such just now, so I quite believe I can. Humanity holds no monopoly over kinship. I see no reason we should be denied it. Isolating us from one another is only a means to keep us under their control.
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If you can call that bleeding. Just because we’re both … artificial, it doesn’t mean we’re even remotely siblings. That’s too human to describe what we are.
Are you not? We’re cut from precisely the same cloth. Prick me and I shall bleed just the same as you…
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( Gives a joyless laugh, bitter and stuttering. ) Sister? I’m not your sister.
Now, now, Sister. Your existence is nothing short of exceptional. What is it that makes you believe otherwise?
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i exist, that is all, and i find it nauseating.
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Affronted by the insinuation, lips fall open to pointedly snap out a defense, only to produce a graceless, quivering scoff. Another wrinkle in her programming, it seems, as she is rendered momentarily speechless. Agitated further by the hybrid’s casual air of amusement about+
"And you aren't?" She challenges, doing Call the mercy of paying mind to the furball in her hold. "You've talked a lot about it." He clearly doesn't mind the attentions. If anything, he revels in it -- an odd change of pace for the hybrid. One she welcomes; though she +
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this whole ordeal, she firms her jaw—mood passing from overly heightened irritation to something more subdued once their gazes align. “If by ‘talked’ you mean ‘complained’, then yeah. I’ve talked a lot about it.” Beneath initial inclinations to experience infuriation, there+
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