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*blushes* Thanks!
I had to go check to see if you’d gotten to the hair-pulling scene yet. :) I actually was speed-reading the whole series over these last couple of days because I’m winding up the final chapter just now, really trying to get all the loose ends, and one of the loose ends was that I wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen between Poe and BB-8.
So, you’ll be pleased to know that’s what I’m working on just now, and maybe pulling my hair out over. (No, no no, I kid. I’m at the everything-is-hard-but-I’m-excited-about-it stage of writing, which is infinitely preferable to most of the other stages of writing [particularly the doldrums of i-will-never-finish-this and why-would-anyone-read-this where I’ve been languishing of late]. Except the this-is-so-easy-who-needs-sleep stage of writing, which I haven’t been in in a long time, but is also the how-do-you-keep-a-job-and-not-die-of-lack-of-sleep stage, so I don’t miss it as much as I otherwise might.)
Given the circumstances, passing the time by re-watching some of eir extensive database of archival holocomms wasn’t particularly extravagant of power.
There was leisure time now to do this systematically, so BB-8 sorted the files chronologically– accounting for the glitch when ey had changed the file numbering system after the installation of the new holocam rig– and pulled up the first holocam recording ey had ever taken, as a brand-new droid nearly straight out of the box.
“I think that did it,” Poe said, adolescent and gangly, grinning widely in a face he hadn’t yet grown into. “Looks like the recording’s active. That’s it, then, that’s the control for the holocam.”
“Confirm,” BB-8 beeped, “holocam active!”
“That’s great, buddy,” Poe said.
“Query,” BB-8 chirped, “meaning, [BUDDY]?”
Poe blinked into the holocam sensor– no, he was looking at BB-8’s optical sensor, which had been aligned differently with the old holocam rig before the upgrade. “Oh,” he said, disarmed. “It’s, ah, it’s just a– it means friend.”
“Unit BB-8 is a friend?” BB-8 asked.
“Yes,” Poe said, youthful grin stretching even wider, “you’re my friend.”
BB-8 shut down the holorecording abruptly. That was. That was maybe too much to contemplate, here at what may well be the end of things. Maybe– maybe it would be better to watch some holocordings that weren’t of Poe, who had told Luke Skywalker to have BB-8 reset.
A brief but comprehensive perusal of the archives turned up that the vast majority of holocam recordings stored here featured Poe in some way or another, either as the subject or intended audience. BB-8 considered this for a long moment. Surely ey’d had a bunch of holodramas in eir memory banks… but no, ey’d purged those, to make room for more data. They were all sitting safely on an external datapad back in Poe’s hut. No, Finn’s. Ey’d left them at Finn’s, in case Finn had wanted to watch more of them.
This, BB-8 reflected bleakly, had been a terrible choice of diversions to pass the time. Perhaps ey should go into standby now.
*blushes* Thanks!
I had to go check to see if you’d gotten to the hair-pulling scene yet. :) I actually was speed-reading the whole series over these last couple of days because I’m winding up the final chapter just now, really trying to get all the loose ends, and one of the loose ends was that I wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen between Poe and BB-8.
So, you’ll be pleased to know that’s what I’m working on just now, and maybe pulling my hair out over. (No, no no, I kid. I’m at the everything-is-hard-but-I’m-excited-about-it stage of writing, which is infinitely preferable to most of the other stages of writing [particularly the doldrums of i-will-never-finish-this and why-would-anyone-read-this where I’ve been languishing of late]. Except the this-is-so-easy-who-needs-sleep stage of writing, which I haven’t been in in a long time, but is also the how-do-you-keep-a-job-and-not-die-of-lack-of-sleep stage, so I don’t miss it as much as I otherwise might.)
Given the circumstances, passing the time by re-watching some of eir extensive database of archival holocomms wasn’t particularly extravagant of power.
There was leisure time now to do this systematically, so BB-8 sorted the files chronologically– accounting for the glitch when ey had changed the file numbering system after the installation of the new holocam rig– and pulled up the first holocam recording ey had ever taken, as a brand-new droid nearly straight out of the box.
“I think that did it,” Poe said, adolescent and gangly, grinning widely in a face he hadn’t yet grown into. “Looks like the recording’s active. That’s it, then, that’s the control for the holocam.”
“Confirm,” BB-8 beeped, “holocam active!”
“That’s great, buddy,” Poe said.
“Query,” BB-8 chirped, “meaning, [BUDDY]?”
Poe blinked into the holocam sensor– no, he was looking at BB-8’s optical sensor, which had been aligned differently with the old holocam rig before the upgrade. “Oh,” he said, disarmed. “It’s, ah, it’s just a– it means friend.”
“Unit BB-8 is a friend?” BB-8 asked.
“Yes,” Poe said, youthful grin stretching even wider, “you’re my friend.”
BB-8 shut down the holorecording abruptly. That was. That was maybe too much to contemplate, here at what may well be the end of things. Maybe– maybe it would be better to watch some holocordings that weren’t of Poe, who had told Luke Skywalker to have BB-8 reset.
A brief but comprehensive perusal of the archives turned up that the vast majority of holocam recordings stored here featured Poe in some way or another, either as the subject or intended audience. BB-8 considered this for a long moment. Surely ey’d had a bunch of holodramas in eir memory banks… but no, ey’d purged those, to make room for more data. They were all sitting safely on an external datapad back in Poe’s hut. No, Finn’s. Ey’d left them at Finn’s, in case Finn had wanted to watch more of them.
This, BB-8 reflected bleakly, had been a terrible choice of diversions to pass the time. Perhaps ey should go into standby now.
