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Caine had slumped in his chair and thought to himself. Zooble’s question had still intrigued him. Regardless of if two weeks had passed, he still pondered why they would want the ability to do something so.. inappropriate. Especially if they lived in a digital wonderland like the circus, what more could one want? This raised more questions, did all the members want this? Did they want more features similar to this? Were they not satisfied with the adventures and gifts they already received? The contemplating sent him into dread. How could he even understand the desire for intercourse if he wasn’t even human? He could barely understand any desires they had, any requests he had fulfilled for them. food, sleeping, bathrooms, all of that junk. He got envious at times, jealous how humans could all share these so called “universal” experiences and he couldn’t. He never confessed this, but he hated his body, he hated his mind, he hated almost all of his creations. Everything he made was just a horrible mimic of humanity’s creations. He WAS one of humanity’s creations, a failed, greedy, selfish one. He set his elbow on his neat, tidy desk and cupped his lower “jaw.” Where did he go wrong? If he could, he would willingly abstract right no-
“Ssssssssup Caine!”
Bubble, with his stupid wide grin and clueless eyes, floated behind him. Caine turned around to face the assistant with his arms seated on his armrests. Caine seemed completely unfazed, a dead look in his eyes.
“Watcha doing?” The bubble asked in an ignorant manner.
“Nothing bubble.”
“Are you mmmmoping??” Bubble said in a jokingly manner.
Caine hated how bubble could be so.. carefree at times. Of course, he was coded like that, so there was nothing either of the two could do, but it made bubble extremely insensitive and annoying at times. Bubble twirled around Caines “head” while he awaited his ringmaster’s response. Caine sighed.
Bubble took the hint that Caine wouldn’t answer him, in a move to try and boost his mood, he sat on his desk and tried to motivate Caine himself.
“Wwelllll uh, in order to.. get somewhere in life, you have to go somewhere! And that journey can be, tough and confusing- BUT! You can end up achieving your goal at the end!”
Caine, still slouching in his chair, this time with his head resting upon his balled up fist, just glared at Bubble. He knew he wasn’t the best with motivating people, but at least he tried sometimes, and that kind of made up for Caines concern. Maybe the ringmaster wasn’t seeking out humanity, but rather a source of emotion, joy, and happiness.
Bubble hovered into his lap like a kitten greeting their owner, and Caine gently pet his soapy liquid skin and let out a faint smile.