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“Kill them all,” BB-8 said, vibrating
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“Kill them all,” BB-8 said, vibrating slightly.
“Sick,” R2-D2 said approvingly.
Reasons not to let droids do your plotting for you.
I’m really stuck on a plot point and the characters are talking in circles about what to do and that was the dialogue that came out for the spectating astromechs.
Maybe I will let them do the plotting. I had to cut out a great bit from an earlier draft where BB-8 flipped eir shit. This bit is permanently not usable, alas, and probably wouldn’t have stood even if I hadn’t made big structural changes, but I liked writing it, a lot:
“BB-8,” Luke said, conciliatory. “Calm down.”
“I will not calm down,” BB-8 said, “I don’t care if you reformat me so hard the solder melts out of my motherboard, I abandoned my master to die, and I know it’s funny to you meatsacks when droids get angry but so help me, I’ll override all my self-preservation protocols myself and electrocute your ass on my way out.”
“That’s a hell of a loyalty subroutine you’ve got there,” Luke said. He was rummaging around in a trunk, and Rey hoped it was for something useful, because she wanted to cry over how upset BB-8 was.
“I wrote it myself,” BB-8 said, a little shakily. “You’ll have to strip me to scrap to get it out.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Luke said. “You’re perfect and you’re exactly what Dameron deserves.”
“Kill them all,” BB-8 said, vibrating slightly.
“Sick,” R2-D2 said approvingly.
Reasons not to let droids do your plotting for you.
I’m really stuck on a plot point and the characters are talking in circles about what to do and that was the dialogue that came out for the spectating astromechs.
Maybe I will let them do the plotting. I had to cut out a great bit from an earlier draft where BB-8 flipped eir shit. This bit is permanently not usable, alas, and probably wouldn’t have stood even if I hadn’t made big structural changes, but I liked writing it, a lot:
“BB-8,” Luke said, conciliatory. “Calm down.”
“I will not calm down,” BB-8 said, “I don’t care if you reformat me so hard the solder melts out of my motherboard, I abandoned my master to die, and I know it’s funny to you meatsacks when droids get angry but so help me, I’ll override all my self-preservation protocols myself and electrocute your ass on my way out.”
“That’s a hell of a loyalty subroutine you’ve got there,” Luke said. He was rummaging around in a trunk, and Rey hoped it was for something useful, because she wanted to cry over how upset BB-8 was.
“I wrote it myself,” BB-8 said, a little shakily. “You’ll have to strip me to scrap to get it out.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Luke said. “You’re perfect and you’re exactly what Dameron deserves.”