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Luke is sitting at the bar with a glass of firewhisky, which he hasn't had in quite some time. Although he's pretty sure there's no established protocol for what to do when your dead nephew from the future tells you that, in one version of your future, you go Dark, but "get a stiff drink and brood" seems like a step in the right direction.

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"Nice to meet you." Sounds like a droid designation. Doesn't look like a droid... "I'm Luke Skywalker. Have you been here long?"

She nods. "I have been here for several months now." She pauses, midsection chugging. "Would you happen to know a man by the name of 'Anakin Skywalker'?"

"So have I. About six months." He notes the apparently mechanical sounds and decides other worlds have more high-tech droids before saying, "I do. He's my father. I take it you know him?"

"Ahh, so ne? He's been very kind to me before- helping to keep me virus-free and properly functioning." She smiles. "Do you have security functions as well, then?"

"No, I don't work here at all." He smiles. "I understand he's very good with electronics."

There's a blink of confusion- the two are apparently talking abnout entirely different security functions. She declines to try to sort things out in this case.

"Oh, yes, he and Hunter-san are my sources for virus scans now that I live here." She smiles. "He was especially helpful in helping me understand my role since this place is full of humans."

He tilts his head, intrigued. "Are there not many humans where you come from?"

"Oh, no, there are quite a few! It's just... here, I'm treated as an equal, and they aren't used to OSes, and then they become unhappy when they hear of my condition." She frowns. "It is a little bit troublesome, because I want them to like me and be happy."

"I'm not sure I understand." He's leaning forward a bit now, interested. "What do you mean by your condition? I'd been thinking that I understood fairly well what you meant by an OS, that it was something like what we call a droid in my world -- other people here call them, um, robots. Have I misunderstood?"

"Droid... that's what Anakin-san called me. I'm not quite a robot." She takes a sip of tea. "I am an OS- Operating System. We are programs who organise and perform tasks for a user."

"I see." He's still curious, but getting tired, so he stands and stretches. "If you don't mind, Windows95, I think I'm going to turn in. I hope I'll see you again soon."

"All right." She smiles. "I hope you have a good rest, then, and that your problems get straightened out."

[OOP: Thanks for the RP!]

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