voice

[glassbox]

Hey.

Hey.

[ The bang of a door slamming open, then traffic, people. ]

Y'know what? A girl gets sick an' tired a'being hauled around like garbage t'do the dirty work of a stupid machine. I ain't answerin' t'that scrap heap a'metal, and there's nothin' anybody can do t'change my mind.

I'm Diamond Lil. Mechanical cow can kiss my diamond --

[ A taxi horn blares. There's a clattering sound, like something metal -- a trashcan, maybe, or a bench -- just got kicked over. Surprised murmurs in the background. ]

At least you coulda teleported me t'the right damn country!

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[glassbox]

[ it's almost convincing. how legitimately hurt that mechanical voice sounds. she almost buys that danger actually feels. it makes her pause -- maybe because she recognizes that tone of accusation. she's used it enough times herself.

at length: ]

Promises get broken. I'd know.

[heartlessglitch]

[ forcefully: ]

No.

[glassbox]

[ with a sudden flash of temper: ]

Grow up. Even if it's true, you love him or you think you can, love isn't a damn fairy tale and y'don't just get your way.

It's a lesson hard-learned, hon. Believe me.

[heartlessglitch]

[ a long, unreadable pause.

then, with something strangely struggling-- something difficult in her normally mechanical, clinical voice: ]

I will not accept this.

[glassbox]

[ it would be unnerving if lil wasn't already so aggravated. she's really convincing, this robot. ]

Then ask him yourself. But don't come cryin' t'me when the answer ain't what you thought you'd hear.

[heartlessglitch]

[ another half-beat. then, unreadably: ]

That is the least of your concerns, Lillian Crawley.
I can't cry.

[ disconnect. ]