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A.I. Artificial Intelligence | Steven Spielberg | 2001

Jude Law

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St. Dahmer is a foggy and mysterious place filled with mysterious people. I’m saying that to you right now because things can get crazy pretty quick. But just listen to me, all right? 

Keep your head down,

                  your mouth shut,

                                     and your eyes clear,

…cause there’s always someone around the corner.

Sincerely,

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Rox just hummed at that. It was true, of course; Mechas were nothing but machines with human disguises. Joe was no exception, as charming and admittedly handsome as he may be. Their goals and decisions were the product of information being fed through lines of code – but then again, didn’t humans and other organisms do the same thing with neurons?

That was an existential question that had existed since lifelike Mechas were first introduced. Rox had no better chance of figuring it out than anyone else.

She hummed and nodded along once again when David asked about different vehicles. “Pretty sure they didn’t have amphibicopters like this one back then,” she then said, holding up a finger as if to point at the propeller above their heads. “Just helicopters.”

Which she guessed were kind of the same thing. If anything, this was just a fancy version of one.

Her attention shifted to the buildings as they grew closer, and one in particular. That had to be where they were going to land. It would be cold and humid, but Rox always wore warmer clothing than was strictly necessary even for her cold-blooded self. She’d be fine.

“At least it’s got a roof,” she commented with a hint of dryness, but the smile she offered Joe was sincere. “Thanks for having me. I’d ask for some blankets and pillows too, but… the kid needs ‘em more than I do.”

She still had no reason to suspect David as being anything other than human.

“You have any food here too? Guns?”

Although she hadn’t even entered the building’s dark interior yet, she was already trying to assess how good of a hideout this really was. After all, the police might be after them now, considering the stunt they had pulled at the Flesh Fair. She was grateful for that, of course, but that didn’t mean she was going to let it get them all into trouble.

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“A helicopter,” David said quietly. “I’ve read about those before.” Joe taught him all about those things, even when both Mechas didn’t know what to make of them.

As for Rox’s questions, Joe gave a very small nod and a very small smile. But then the smile turned into an inquisitive frown. “Guns?” he repeated. “We Mecha do not know how to use guns. At least I don’t.” He put a smooth hand on his chest. “I am an entertainment Mecha. I work to please my customers in any way they request. If you would like to meet a Mecha who knows how to use a gun, then I suggest you travel to a military base and take a look at those G.I. soldiers.” 

He leaned forward a little. “I heard they can shoot runaway Mecha more than half a mile away.”

“I don’t know how to use a gun, either,” David added. “I don’t think I’m allowed to... but I’m sure you know how to, Big Lizard.” That nickname was not meant to hurt Rox’s feelings; it was simply a name that David came up with as a result of combining two things together. Two things that he associated with the Big Lizard Lady just by looking at her.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Come along now,” Joe quickly ushered. “Her name is Rox.” He put an arm around the kid’s shoulders and another around Rox’s arm, pulling the two of them into the building. 

So far, they were only on the bottom floor, which consisted of a very plain area with an abandoned desk and elevator.

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// “The Rum Tum Tugger” from the original Cats musical is just Joe and you can’t convince me otherwise.//

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Headcanons

Even when David can’t eat – he’s tried before – he always feels left out and even a little bit lonely when he realizes he’s just about the only Mecha who will feel envious that Orga can eat while Mecha can’t.

Meanwhile, Joe has a habit of dancing his way in literally any situation. Walking down the street? Dance on the road. Walking with David? Twirl the little Mecha around. I don’t know if this counts as a headcanon considering he does this in-movie, but it’s all I can come up with right now.

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Rox stayed perfectly still to allow the kid to get a clear idea of what scales felt like. She’d been this way with human skin at some point in the past, but it had long since lost its novelty to her. Now the memory just allowed her to stay patient while David touched her tail.

When Joe answered his question for her, she once again found herself nodding along. Explaining the basics of what she was must be easier for someone for whom it wasn’t a fact of life.

“Yep.” She offered a reassuring smile. “I guess you could call me a lizard. A big one that walks on two legs.”

Then, she looked at Joe and shrugged the best she could in the still-cramped space. She wasn’t claustrophobic by any means, but far from comfortable either.

“So I noticed,” she hummed. “It’s not the best place to live in if you’re cold-blooded and don’t know how to prepare.”

She wore warm clothes, so she was protected from the humid, chill air that sometimes blew over what was left of the cities, but she could imagine her distant relatives would be less fortunate.

She went silent as the amphibicopter suddenly flew over the remnants of Manhattan. Even before the disaster had happened, she’d never gotten the chance of seeing the skyscrapers in their full glory… which honestly made them all the more haunting now. They were a complete mystery to her.

“This… is New York, isn’t it?” she asked the pilot. “It’s seen better days. Wish I were alive to see those too.”

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“I’m sure everybody wishes that,” Joe answered her. “Except for the Mechas, of course. We don’t know anything about it and we don’t care. We’re just programmed to do whatever the humans want us to do.”

Depressing and blunt as that may have sounded, it was completely true. Mechas didn’t care about the past, because they were only meant for the present and future. Until they were scrapped or destroyed, of course, possibly for a newer model. And when that happened, when their lives finally ended, they just let it happen. Because they were in no way programmed to defend themselves. That would cause a rebellion of Mechas against the Orga humans.

“I wanna see what it was like before,” David said, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. “Did they have planes? Big ships? Did they have cars, or were they not invented by then?”

“Oh, they were invented,” Joe said. “Cars existed long before Mecha did.”

“Planes, too?”

“Yes. Everything.”

The amphibicopter landed at the shadowy bottom of a building. When it was shut off, Joe opened the door and climbed out. David followed behind him, and so did Teddy, arms wrapped around the boy’s shoulders.

“Well! Welcome to our base, Rox,” Joe announced. He gave her another one of his pearly white grins.

It was, actually, just the building itself. There was a set of doors leading to the inside, which was pitch black.

“It may not seem comfortable,” the prostitute Mecha continued, “but us Mecha do not need comfort.”

“I have blankets and pillows,” David said.

“David needs it, though.”

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