Yeah. [This begrudging agreement is punctuated by the thud of metal skull on metal desk (also decoratively skeletal). He winces a little at the feeling of the impact, then instructs the body to tone down the pain receptors. No need to be feeling that, especially when he's so freshly complete - and easily annoyed.] Maybe I should write it a sternly worded email.
[It's a joke, profoundly a joke - he doesn't want to put even this robot casing near it, let alone the software trying to express his soul. But right now, it seems like something like an email is all he could do. That, or try talking at a horrific entity and get killed or worse again.
[The idea of what Papyrus might send in an email like that is funny. Okpaza probably wouldn't agree, though. Well, it's not as if Papyrus was actually going to do it. Sans shifts; his body flows like water through a grate, breaking itself up. Less solid, back to that suggestion of a self. Holding onto that solid form to not startle Papyrus had been stifling, and this is a lot better.]
Maybe if we help enough people, we can get a better foothold. [It follows logically, at least to the way Sans is thinking right now. Increase their sphere of influence until they can get more of what they were back.]
[Papyrus goes briefly still with contemplation, then looks up with widening eyes.]
Help people with their lives... Help them resist what it's doing. [He likes this idea immediately - it would fill those urges (mandates) to help and fix, and in a way he can currently work at and succeed at. Something to resolve the lingering feeling of helplessness, which is surely just frustration from the clumsy attempt at quantum communication, and nothing to do with Sans's help.]
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[It's a joke, profoundly a joke - he doesn't want to put even this robot casing near it, let alone the software trying to express his soul. But right now, it seems like something like an email is all he could do. That, or try talking at a horrific entity and get killed or worse again.
...At least he can still hear the sun.]
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Maybe if we help enough people, we can get a better foothold. [It follows logically, at least to the way Sans is thinking right now. Increase their sphere of influence until they can get more of what they were back.]
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Help people with their lives... Help them resist what it's doing. [He likes this idea immediately - it would fill those urges (mandates) to help and fix, and in a way he can currently work at and succeed at. Something to resolve the lingering feeling of helplessness, which is surely just frustration from the clumsy attempt at quantum communication, and nothing to do with Sans's help.]