[ Parts wear out: it's a fact of their life Simon knows very well after his time in Jericho. Other androids would come damaged from the trip to get there and while his original programming was to be a household assistant, he was endlessly capable of of learning. To save the souls who came for refuge, he did. Even after the revolution, those skills came in handy again when #2's synthesizer went out almost out of the blue.
It was old tech, he knew that looking at the part despite his young age. There was no ordering a new part; #1 and #2 were one of a kind and beyond that this hardware simply didn't exist anymore. Still, it was a blueprint, and with CyberLife's components commercially available he could put together all he needed to duplicate it–with only some slight challenges.
Tools were one thing, those needed to be collected, and he could download a sample of #2's voice from his memory–tune the pitch of the parts to match. The bigger hurdle was fixing the attachments of what was still working and attached to what Simon was putting together. It takes time, and he feels guilty taking the days he has–but he wants it to be as perfect could be.
After working over night and into the late morning, Simon decides a break might be the best course of action. He doesn’t fatigue, he doesn’t need food, but the closest thing he can think to identify how he feels is anxious. He’s gotten so far, everything is working as it should; he doesn’t want to ruin the progress with the excitement to see it done. So he goes to find a way to unwind, a change of scenery–he goes to find #2.
Once he does Simon wrings his hands, his head tipped down slightly as he smiles. ] It’s nearly finished, [ He starts. ] Once everything’s connected after a little more tuning we’ll be ready to install and test it. [ Balled up in each other, his hands press against his abdomen. ] Thank you for being so patient. This kind of upgrading is new to me, and I want to make sure it lasts as long as your original vocalizer did.
[ #2's in the middle of keying to a miscellaneous beat on his mixer console that may or may not be their next hit, though he and #1 never aim for such things when they compose. At this moment, he's just doing it for fun. He might have overdone it with his vocalizer at their last performance. They could just prerecord virtually the entirety of the concert and pretend to push buttons but they're not about that either. Ever since the duo became public figures (granted, still shrouded in mystery and rumors), #2's known for being the one to not say much to begin with. This isn't anything new. If it weren't for certain reminders, the change is pretty fun. It's amusing when people try to figure him out, looking too much into his behavior and reaching conclusions that sends tingles of laughter through his circuits.
He and #1 have their own clothing designer to put out outfit designs that they just did not have the aptitude to create themselves but nearly anything else that requires deeper intricacies are done by the duo themselves. Somehow, #2's gotten by all this time without letting many people operate or even modify him unless circumstance requires otherwise. The secrecy may partially be a learned behavior that has since developed into a habit but it's also just a matter of trust overall, and he trusts Simon implicitly. Maybe #1 would like a similar upgrade if this works out.
All of that can be difficult to pick up given his usual stoic expression. And any facial reaction is practically invisible, especially under his helmet. The slight inclination of his head indicates a smile as text is displayed. ]
"Thank you."
[ He takes Simon's hand with his own, flesh imitating flesh. It's a far cry from how he used to be. The helmet has since become an icon to the rest of the world and the duo have had several different versions depending on what they are doing. The one that #2 is donning is notably less shiny than the others but it's wrong to say that it's a favorite, or that he has a favorite at all. No, he's just feeling a little forlorn. ] "Sorry I can't say much. :("
[ It’s been a thrill to know the musicians as he has. To have known them some before the revolution and to be so close after. Their world was never something he’d be part of but something he was honored to find himself in now. To see how positively they’ve effected the world with their music is inspiring, and Simon is more than happy to help when needed. ]
You’re welcome, [ The smile grows with the cheer on his voice.
Still, as comfortable as he’s become with #2 there’s a jolt that rushes the blond when his hand is taken—a natural response, trying to link them. The lack of any feed through it leaves something of a hollowness in his receptors, but he’s not disappointed; he knows their interfaces don’t work the same way in this. The touch is comforting regardless. ]
Please, [ Simon shakes his head and squeezes #2’s hand as he takes a seat across from the other. ] I understand. [ Blinking, he refocuses his sight on the helmet—a different one than before. It still looked stunning, simply... less energetic. ] You don’t have to worry, [ Comes the sudden but gentle reassurance. ] You’ll be singing again soon.
[ Despite being the more reserved one, he does sing more than the audience probably knows. With how they can alter their vocals, they're often asked who does the singing in this or that song. (It doesn't matter, not to them.)
A red circle with a slash blinks on his screen as he shakes his head, indicating that the singing isn't an issue. At least, not right now.
He waves his free hand to indicate that it's something else, while giving Simon's a squeeze. He already trusts the other on fixing the present issue. #2's issue has to with the past - something that cannot simply be fixed like an unplugged modular synthesizer or damaged voice box, even. He hesitates on what to convey next. He could have just nodded and let it go, but the fact that he didn't means he ought to talk about it. Of all times for him to lose his voice...
Even if he already regained his vocals, he can't find the words. The facts are simple. He just needs to describe what happened. Why is it so difficult?
With his free hand, he taps the side of his helmet.]
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It was old tech, he knew that looking at the part despite his young age. There was no ordering a new part; #1 and #2 were one of a kind and beyond that this hardware simply didn't exist anymore. Still, it was a blueprint, and with CyberLife's components commercially available he could put together all he needed to duplicate it–with only some slight challenges.
Tools were one thing, those needed to be collected, and he could download a sample of #2's voice from his memory–tune the pitch of the parts to match. The bigger hurdle was fixing the attachments of what was still working and attached to what Simon was putting together. It takes time, and he feels guilty taking the days he has–but he wants it to be as perfect could be.
After working over night and into the late morning, Simon decides a break might be the best course of action. He doesn’t fatigue, he doesn’t need food, but the closest thing he can think to identify how he feels is anxious. He’s gotten so far, everything is working as it should; he doesn’t want to ruin the progress with the excitement to see it done. So he goes to find a way to unwind, a change of scenery–he goes to find #2.
Once he does Simon wrings his hands, his head tipped down slightly as he smiles. ] It’s nearly finished, [ He starts. ] Once everything’s connected after a little more tuning we’ll be ready to install and test it. [ Balled up in each other, his hands press against his abdomen. ] Thank you for being so patient. This kind of upgrading is new to me, and I want to make sure it lasts as long as your original vocalizer did.
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He and #1 have their own clothing designer to put out outfit designs that they just did not have the aptitude to create themselves but nearly anything else that requires deeper intricacies are done by the duo themselves. Somehow, #2's gotten by all this time without letting many people operate or even modify him unless circumstance requires otherwise. The secrecy may partially be a learned behavior that has since developed into a habit but it's also just a matter of trust overall, and he trusts Simon implicitly. Maybe #1 would like a similar upgrade if this works out.
All of that can be difficult to pick up given his usual stoic expression. And any facial reaction is practically invisible, especially under his helmet. The slight inclination of his head indicates a smile as text is displayed. ]
"Thank you."
[ He takes Simon's hand with his own, flesh imitating flesh. It's a far cry from how he used to be. The helmet has since become an icon to the rest of the world and the duo have had several different versions depending on what they are doing. The one that #2 is donning is notably less shiny than the others but it's wrong to say that it's a favorite, or that he has a favorite at all. No, he's just feeling a little forlorn. ] "Sorry I can't say much. :("
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You’re welcome, [ The smile grows with the cheer on his voice.
Still, as comfortable as he’s become with #2 there’s a jolt that rushes the blond when his hand is taken—a natural response, trying to link them. The lack of any feed through it leaves something of a hollowness in his receptors, but he’s not disappointed; he knows their interfaces don’t work the same way in this. The touch is comforting regardless. ]
Please, [ Simon shakes his head and squeezes #2’s hand as he takes a seat across from the other. ] I understand. [ Blinking, he refocuses his sight on the helmet—a different one than before. It still looked stunning, simply... less energetic. ] You don’t have to worry, [ Comes the sudden but gentle reassurance. ] You’ll be singing again soon.
/coincidentally makes a Strokes reference
A red circle with a slash blinks on his screen as he shakes his head, indicating that the singing isn't an issue. At least, not right now.
He waves his free hand to indicate that it's something else, while giving Simon's a squeeze. He already trusts the other on fixing the present issue. #2's issue has to with the past - something that cannot simply be fixed like an unplugged modular synthesizer or damaged voice box, even. He hesitates on what to convey next. He could have just nodded and let it go, but the fact that he didn't means he ought to talk about it. Of all times for him to lose his voice...
Even if he already regained his vocals, he can't find the words. The facts are simple. He just needs to describe what happened. Why is it so difficult?
With his free hand, he taps the side of his helmet.]
"Hard to explain."