A Search for Legs
Wheatley took notice of her sheepish state. It was odd to him, how humans clearly displayed their embarrassment. Slightly flushed cheeks, a nervous smile; it was all seen on IA’s face. If he were human, he would make sure to keep these habits in check; he would not want another person to see him as weak.
He was a bit surprised to hear her mention that she was a singer. He had never met a singer before, only test subjects. The closest thing he had ever heard to singing was the shrill voice of the turrets. His optic flickered around in its socket before refocusing on IA.
“I’ve never heard anyone sing before, really. Perhaps you could give me a, uh, a demonstration. I’m sure you sing just fine—perfect, actually. You are a singer, after all.”
IA watched as the robot’s eye gazed around thoughtfully, wondering what he was thinking about. Being only a little metal sphere, it was hard to tell what he was feeling without proper means to express emotions—outwardly, anyways.
When he asked her to sing for him, she immediately smiled and hopped a bit in her excitement. She would often get stopped by her fans when she was in public, and got requested to sing a little bit for them. She would happily oblige; anything to make her fans happy. Plus, her arm was beginning to get tired from carrying all of those bottles of water.
“Oh—sure! I’d be happy to.”
Glancing around, she soon realized that she was in luck. There was a little abandoned house to her left, which was for the most part intact. There were shut-able doors, at least, which was all IA cared about—protection while she sang, completely vulnerable while she did so. She shuffled through the door and closed it behind her with a few fingers from the hand holding Wheatley, walking to the wall where the floor was most cleared of rubbish. The young singer kneeled down, setting Wheatley and the water down. She then sat up straight against the wall directly across from the small robot, not slouching at all—any good singer knew not to obstruct one’s diaphragm while singing. She took a deep breath.
[ We watched the fading vapor trails
They were so dazzling, I ran away
I was always weak
I let go, frustrated by the fact
That I couldn’t change myself since that day
I could not stay unchanged forever… ♫ ]
IA, who had closed her eyes once she had begun singing, opened them slightly to survey Wheatley’s reaction, slightly anxious, like she always was when anticipating outside opinions on her voice.
“Should I keep going?”