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[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

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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[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

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

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

"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."

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

"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."

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

"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."

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

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

[OOP: Thanks for the RP!]