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and popped herself in the head with the palm of her hand.
"Why do you do that?" Poley asked curiously.
"Because it feels so good when I quit," RJ explained with a grin.
"Hum. . . disposable plastic wrapping on all the beds," RJ said under her breath. "Probably no chance of getting any decent samples in here."
"I can hardly hear you," Poley said. "Why are you whispering?"
"I'm not whispering, and I'm not talking to you," RJ snapped back. She usually had more patience with Poley. She didn't know why she felt so edgy. It was true she didn't like to be surprised, and she sure as hell didn't like changing her plans at the last minute, but it wasn't like she wasn't used to having odd pieces thrown in where they didn't belong. On the contrary, if everything had gone perfectly according to plans then she would have been really worried.
She started looking under mattresses to see if perhaps something had been missed in the cleaning.
"Who are you talking to then?" Poley asked as he followed her looking under the bottom mattresses as she looked under the top.
"Huh?" RJ asked.
"If you aren't talking to me, then who are you talking to?" Poley asked again.
RJ sighed knowing what her answer would do to his circuits. "I was talking to myself, Poley."
"That doesn't make any sense, RJ. Talking to your self is a sign of mental instability," he said with as much concern as he was able to convey.
"I never claimed to be mentally stable, Poley. In fact I've taken being crazy to its highest possible level!" RJ shrieked coming to the end of her patience.
"Oh," Poley said simply.
"What is that supposed to mean?" RJ snapped at him.
"Nothing," Poley said quickly.
"Don't you nothing me, metal head. What did you mean by, 'Oh?'"
"You're acting irrationally, you're irritated and nervous, obviously you're cycling," Poley said.
"Poley
. . .
" RJ laughed, stopped what she was doing and moved to put an arm across his shoulders. "Poley I don't have periods, you know that."
"You don't bleed from your sexual organs that's true, but you do have hormonal cycles. I've noted them; would you like to see a chart?" Poley asked helpfully.
RJ pulled away from him stiffening. "So basically what you're saying is that while Stewart made me incapable of reproducing, he didn't do away with my PMS. Now isn't that just fucking beautiful? Doesn't that just figure in?"
She stomped out of the bunkroom, and Poley followed. "Do you want to have babies, RJ?" Poley asked curiously.
"It doesn't really matter what I want," RJ hissed. "Just like everything else, it was decided for me before I was born, from the way I look to what I'd do. There was never any chance that I'd be anything but a soldier; it was built into my biological make up. I'd have PMS, but I wouldn't have any babies. I'd be damn near indestructible. I'd out live everyone
. . .
"
"Except me," Poley said with a smile.
"Talking to myself or talking to a robot – what's the difference!" she screamed at him.
He stopped in his tracks and looked down at his feet looking genuinely rejected.
"I'm
. . .
I'm sorry, Poley. God, I don't know what's gotten into me today." She moved to hug him.
"It's just the PMS," Poley said. He even patted her on the back.
"I think it has a lot to do with leaving Earth. It makes it all seem so final." She shrugged and moved away from him.
"We will miss Mickey," Poley said.
"Yes," RJ said. "We will miss Mickey. And as stupid as it may sound I think I am going to miss staring out at what used to be Alsterase and remembering all that I have lost."
"Maybe remembering what you have lost reminds you of what you had, and what you had was good," Poley said.
RJ realized that he was right and felt doubly guilty for having screamed at him. In many ways he often acted more human than she did.
* * *
Janad awoke to the sound of movement
"Why do you do that?" Poley asked curiously.
"Because it feels so good when I quit," RJ explained with a grin.
"Hum. . . disposable plastic wrapping on all the beds," RJ said under her breath. "Probably no chance of getting any decent samples in here."
"I can hardly hear you," Poley said. "Why are you whispering?"
"I'm not whispering, and I'm not talking to you," RJ snapped back. She usually had more patience with Poley. She didn't know why she felt so edgy. It was true she didn't like to be surprised, and she sure as hell didn't like changing her plans at the last minute, but it wasn't like she wasn't used to having odd pieces thrown in where they didn't belong. On the contrary, if everything had gone perfectly according to plans then she would have been really worried.
She started looking under mattresses to see if perhaps something had been missed in the cleaning.
"Who are you talking to then?" Poley asked as he followed her looking under the bottom mattresses as she looked under the top.
"Huh?" RJ asked.
"If you aren't talking to me, then who are you talking to?" Poley asked again.
RJ sighed knowing what her answer would do to his circuits. "I was talking to myself, Poley."
"That doesn't make any sense, RJ. Talking to your self is a sign of mental instability," he said with as much concern as he was able to convey.
"I never claimed to be mentally stable, Poley. In fact I've taken being crazy to its highest possible level!" RJ shrieked coming to the end of her patience.
"Oh," Poley said simply.
"What is that supposed to mean?" RJ snapped at him.
"Nothing," Poley said quickly.
"Don't you nothing me, metal head. What did you mean by, 'Oh?'"
"You're acting irrationally, you're irritated and nervous, obviously you're cycling," Poley said.
"Poley
. . .
" RJ laughed, stopped what she was doing and moved to put an arm across his shoulders. "Poley I don't have periods, you know that."
"You don't bleed from your sexual organs that's true, but you do have hormonal cycles. I've noted them; would you like to see a chart?" Poley asked helpfully.
RJ pulled away from him stiffening. "So basically what you're saying is that while Stewart made me incapable of reproducing, he didn't do away with my PMS. Now isn't that just fucking beautiful? Doesn't that just figure in?"
She stomped out of the bunkroom, and Poley followed. "Do you want to have babies, RJ?" Poley asked curiously.
"It doesn't really matter what I want," RJ hissed. "Just like everything else, it was decided for me before I was born, from the way I look to what I'd do. There was never any chance that I'd be anything but a soldier; it was built into my biological make up. I'd have PMS, but I wouldn't have any babies. I'd be damn near indestructible. I'd out live everyone
. . .
"
"Except me," Poley said with a smile.
"Talking to myself or talking to a robot – what's the difference!" she screamed at him.
He stopped in his tracks and looked down at his feet looking genuinely rejected.
"I'm
. . .
I'm sorry, Poley. God, I don't know what's gotten into me today." She moved to hug him.
"It's just the PMS," Poley said. He even patted her on the back.
"I think it has a lot to do with leaving Earth. It makes it all seem so final." She shrugged and moved away from him.
"We will miss Mickey," Poley said.
"Yes," RJ said. "We will miss Mickey. And as stupid as it may sound I think I am going to miss staring out at what used to be Alsterase and remembering all that I have lost."
"Maybe remembering what you have lost reminds you of what you had, and what you had was good," Poley said.
RJ realized that he was right and felt doubly guilty for having screamed at him. In many ways he often acted more human than she did.
* * *
Janad awoke to the sound of movement
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