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| Table for Two - Writing Prompt |
| Table For Two Prompt: "Write a story or scene about two people—or other nonhuman characters, if you prefer—from very different backgrounds sharing a meal together. What do they learn about each other that they weren't expecting?" --- Brought together are two completely different people from different times. One of them is a girl from the year 2017, Lucille Yue. She went to school abroad, though she was born in Germany where the rest of her family lives. The other is a creature, humanoid, but slightly different, having come to the world through some unknown magic. The creature looks very alien, eyes slanted downwards, bringing attention to the nub of a nose with two ovular nostrils. The nose reminded Lucille of the one that shall not be named from her favorite fandom, Harry Potter. In fact, Lucille loves Harry Potter so much, that she is wearing a Hufflepuff lanyard with the familiar badger at the end where her keys connect. She is the first to sit, slightly alarmed by the alien, but open-minded none the less. She can tell the alien's beady eyes are slowly examining all around it. She cannot tell if it is male or female, as it has no hair or shape to define a gender. It stands straight up, like a board, probably uncomfortable. Well, it must be! It is compelled to take a seat across from Lucille, who cheerfully speaks first, "My name is Lucille. What's yours?" She isn't always the most social of people, but she hasn't spoken with her friends long enough for her to crave conversation enough, even with something that could possibly be hostile. The alien creature blinks, looking around the diner and settling it's black eyes on Lucille. No way it can understand her language. There has to be something that translates, as its words are robotic, most definitely digital. "B62-00010091," Is the answer given. Lucille blinks, a little confused. Surely it couldn't really have a name, then. "Do I sound robotic to you...?" She is sure to watch B62's mouth. When it answers, the mouth opens, but she cannot discern so much movement that would suggest the numbers were actually spoken. "Your voice is organic." "So...why are you named B62...whatever else?" "We're all given codes." Lucille's had dreams before that she was abducted by aliens. She imagined they would be greener. This one is greyish, but still kind of flesh colored. "So...what are you exactly?" The alien slightly shifts, "I am a program." "Oh...so were you sent here by other programs?" They begin an order, then. Lucille ordering lemonade, the alien preferring water. She wonders if water wouldn't blow his circuits or something. If he is a machine or a program or whatever. "I fell here." That must mean it was an accident. "Where are you from?" It blinks a good six times at least before answering her, "Not here." Well, that is obvious. She pauses, and begins talking about herself with glee, "Well, I'm from a country called Germany, the country we're in right now. I moved away from my family first chance I got because they're terrible people. My mother is so impossible to deal with. So I went to this island in the middle of nowhere to study, met my friends there, and they're also in their home towns right now." "Family, related to the word familiar?" Lucille is surprised it would ask a question. She didn't expect it to not know everything. Most aliens are all more intelligent. Well, Lucille has actually never met one before. She supposes she can't really make assumptions then. "Um...family, familiar, oh wow. I never noticed before, I guess so!" Lucille laughs, "Yeah, family, mom, dad, the people that...created me I guess." "Do you not respect your creator?" "If she'd ever make a respectable decision I will respect her. Until then, she can eat it." Lucille replies, switching her gaze to the menu in front of her. B62 once again, blinks, as if blinking is the way to process information it doesn't quite understand. While it tries to understand what Lucille means, she gets the chance to speak up again. "Anyway...oh, what name can I call you?" She requests. The creature looks back directly to Lucille and just spouts the same label. "B62-00010091." "That's a mouthful. Have anything shorter, like...I could call you Mister B?" She suggests. "Also, I was super curious, are you a female or a male or do programs even have gender?" "Gender? I do not have anything like that. What are they?" "I'm a female. The opposite gender of me is male." She explains, too vague for B62. "You are something that you can possess?" B62 questions slowly. Lucille isn't quite sure how to answer that. This conversation feels like it is getting too complicated. Maybe she should slow down. "Alright, let's just say you are ambiguous." Lucille tells it. "I'm sorry, I can try to clear up anything if I confused you." She expects B62 to say something along the lines of "cannot compute", but it only blinks at her a little more, backtracking to the first thing she's said that it didn't understand. "Did your creator make you rebellious on purpose?" Lucille pauses, trying not to laugh, "No way. She'd prefer it if I'd comply a little more, but I think I'm reasonable, she's the crazy one." Again, while processing this information, B62 backtracks to what he doesn't understand. Lucille can literally hear the gears turning in his program-y head. "What does your creator consume?" He refers to when Lucille insulted her mother. She doesn't catch on that he does not mean it like she thinks he does. It feels so out of the blue to her, but she tries her best to answer, "Um...what others consume I guess. Water, bread, meat, cheese, plants." "This is what she can eat when making decisions?" "Uh...yeah," Lucille's eyes widen, "Oh God! No. I'm sorry. Okay. When I said she can eat it, I didn't mean literally eat something. I meant she can...leave me alone." It occurs to Lucille she isn't sure of the exact definition of "eat it", so she looks it up on her smartphone. "A figure of speech." It blinks far more this time, though Lucille doesn't actually see all of them. They're fast blinks, and there's a lot more of them than what she's seen. At least three times more. Kinda creepy.... "My name, B62-00010091 is a mouthful? "Mister B" is better for you?" "Indeed. Honestly, I would never name something like that, not in code, I wouldn't write it, I wouldn't even read all that. I'd just stop at B after seeing all the zeroes." "Is a gender something you are or something you possess?" B62 asks. Lucille thinks about it for a second, "Both..." That makes sense to her, anyway. "Ambiguous, meaning undefinable. I am definable. I am a program." --- |
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