Me too. (Ult Dirk could have shared worse memories. If it had been something more sensitive like how he had broken up with Jake? Dirk would have been fucking mortified. He does at least appreciate K's honesty in the long run. Especially with something that could have been easily lied about.
K was good at listening. Dirk had noticed before, but he was picking up on it more than ever. This wasn't really stuff Dirk tended to share, but, well. Apparently, there were more effective methods in achieving that than anticipated.
Dimly, Dirk realizes it might be because no one really ever asked him anything too seriously. It didn't help that Dirk had always been closed off and had spent years deflecting any attempts at getting to know him. He's quiet when K asks, though he doesn't seem surprised by the question. That one he has heard plenty before, so he responds with his usual:)
They're ironic. (Which was so stupid. Such bullshit. He leans back in his chair and adjusts said glasses. But it's clear he's actually working up to a more honest answer.)
A few reasons, I suppose. Practicality for one. It's bright as fuck in the smack dab of the ocean. I've got sensitive eyes. For another, they are cool as shit. Kamina was such a badass to me when I was growing up. I thought his shades were cool as hell. (Another simpler reason.)
Then I got older and I guess I realized how much control they gave me over a social situation. I realized how people depended on reading someone's eyes to know their next move in a fight or in a conversation. It makes it harder for people to keep up with you, to know what you're thinking, what you're feeling.
(So, basically. A security blanket.)
And eventually, they became part of me. Literally. I made a copy of my own brain and uploaded them into my glasses. Which was fuckin' dumb in the long run. Making an AI of yourself is a stupid choice. (But then as he's looking at the camera, the center of his glasses light up with two bright red circles.)
So, naturally, I did it again. Only this time I put a bit more sway over the creation and put my actual soul into it. (Literally. A few moments later, a text appeared on K's screen:)
Hi! I'm ANTI-Dirk!
(Dirk shakes his head and touches the side of his glasses. They go dark again.)
Sometimes I go on autopilot and I need a part of me to be around to make sure I can be contacted when shit hits the fan.
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K was good at listening. Dirk had noticed before, but he was picking up on it more than ever. This wasn't really stuff Dirk tended to share, but, well. Apparently, there were more effective methods in achieving that than anticipated.
Dimly, Dirk realizes it might be because no one really ever asked him anything too seriously. It didn't help that Dirk had always been closed off and had spent years deflecting any attempts at getting to know him. He's quiet when K asks, though he doesn't seem surprised by the question. That one he has heard plenty before, so he responds with his usual:)
They're ironic. (Which was so stupid. Such bullshit. He leans back in his chair and adjusts said glasses. But it's clear he's actually working up to a more honest answer.)
A few reasons, I suppose. Practicality for one. It's bright as fuck in the smack dab of the ocean. I've got sensitive eyes. For another, they are cool as shit. Kamina was such a badass to me when I was growing up. I thought his shades were cool as hell. (Another simpler reason.)
Then I got older and I guess I realized how much control they gave me over a social situation. I realized how people depended on reading someone's eyes to know their next move in a fight or in a conversation. It makes it harder for people to keep up with you, to know what you're thinking, what you're feeling.
(So, basically. A security blanket.)
And eventually, they became part of me. Literally. I made a copy of my own brain and uploaded them into my glasses. Which was fuckin' dumb in the long run. Making an AI of yourself is a stupid choice. (But then as he's looking at the camera, the center of his glasses light up with two bright red circles.)
So, naturally, I did it again. Only this time I put a bit more sway over the creation and put my actual soul into it. (Literally. A few moments later, a text appeared on K's screen:)
Hi! I'm ANTI-Dirk!
(Dirk shakes his head and touches the side of his glasses. They go dark again.)
Sometimes I go on autopilot and I need a part of me to be around to make sure I can be contacted when shit hits the fan.