"As you say, Captain." He couched in front of the crate and observed carefully the creature within. "If we're on the subject then may I ask the question - are you quite comfortable with the idea that the UC may use this creature as a Xenoweapon?" He thought that it was worth mentioning. It wasn't ethical at all, but that didn't stop humans from doing such things. It never ceased to be odd to him the lengths humans would go to simply to kill one another. Overly complicated means at that. One might call it clever, but he thought that it was a waste to kill non-combatants.
"Not at all, Captain. You needn't explain yourself to machinery." He folded his hands behind his back and observed the creature carefully. Of course, it didn't exactly surprise him that the UC would be interested in such a dangerous creature. "I rather find it fascinating."
He thought he may as well stay in the cargo bay with the creature just to be certain. After all it was much safer if he was the one to do it... the creature would undoubtedly be able to sense he was not the usual target as much as he may look the part and leave him be. "I wouldn't recommend it, Captain. If a ship picks it up it could spell disaster. Not only for the ship, but for any planet it lands upon. Some parasites can go into stasis for years until something warm blooded comes along."
"Not at all, Captain. You needn't explain yourself to machinery." He folded his hands behind his back and observed the creature carefully. Of course, it didn't exactly surprise him that the UC would be interested in such a dangerous creature. "I rather find it fascinating."
He thought he may as well stay in the cargo bay with the creature just to be certain. After all it was much safer if he was the one to do it... the creature would undoubtedly be able to sense he was not the usual target as much as he may look the part and leave him be. "I wouldn't recommend it, Captain. If a ship picks it up it could spell disaster. Not only for the ship, but for any planet it lands upon. Some parasites can go into stasis for years until something warm blooded comes along."
"You brought a man-eating parasite onto the ship?"
"You brought a man-eating parasite onto the ship?"
"I have spotted the most beautiful feline specimen. I am going to attempt to make contact with her."
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ALIEN (1979) PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary
the other members of the crew are dead.
this is the worst shit i've ever seen.
anybody ever tell you you look dead?
alien life form. looks like it's been dead a long time.
i should reach the frontier in about six weeks.
can you hear me?
what was your special order?
you read it. i thought it was clear.
what about our lives, you son of a bitch?
how do we kill it? there's gotta be a way of killing it.
that's bullshit.
you still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you?
you admire it.
look, i've heard enough of this, and i'm asking you to pull the plug.
i can't lie to you about your chances, but... you have my sympathies.
something has attached itself to him.
we have to get him to the infirmary right away.
wait a minute. if we let it in, the ship could be infected.
you know the quarantine procedure. twenty-four hours for decontamination.
listen to me. if we break quarantine, we could all die.
look, could you open the goddamned hatch?
i can't do that, and if you were in my position, you'd do the same.
this is an order.
the ship will automatically destruct in t-minus five minutes.
you bitch!
you are my lucky star.
i find that hard to believe.
what would you like me to do?
i'll get my own answers, thank you.
some of you may have figured out we're not home yet. we're only halfway there.
what kind of transmission?
you were gonna leave us out there!
when i give an order, i expect it to be obeyed.
unless somebody has got a better idea, we'll proceed with [name]'s plan.
oh no. you're out of your mind.
i say that we abandon ship!
we take our chances and just hope somebody will pick us up.
i'm for killing that goddamn thing right now.
will you listen to me, [name]?
you don't know that.
that's the only way.
we'll go step by step and cut off every bulkhead and every vent until we have it cornered, and then we'll blow it the fuck out into space.
is that acceptable to you?
that's amazing. what is it?
please don't do that. thank you.
you let him in.
by breaking quarantine, you risk everybody's life.
maybe i should have left him outside.
maybe i've jeopardized the rest of us, but it was a risk i was willing to take.
i do take my responsibilities are seriously as you, you know.
you do your job, and let me do mine.
you remember anything about the planet?
what's the last thing you do remember?
we're on our way home!
i don't trust him.
i don't trust anybody.
it's a robot!
let's get the hell out of here.
there is an explanation for this, you know.
i'm sorry, can i say something?
we don't know if it's intelligent.
i wanna go home and party.
you don't dare kill it.
how long before the ship blows?
why don't you just fuck off?
it looks like a warning.
i can't see a goddamn thing.
get out of the room!
the first thing i am going to do when i get back is get some decent food.
open the door!
oh god, it's moving right towards you!
get out of there! behind you! move!
this place gives me the creeps.
whatever it was, it was big.
i'll get the shuttle ready.
wait a minute. there's movement.
where's earth?
something's different down here.
it's got to be around there somewhere.
hands na We Heart It.
The cat however did not even give such a chance, spine arching and whiskers curling back into a hiss before the feline bolted away from him, undoubtedly sensing he was not human. "Ah, well." He was disappointed or as disappointed as a synthetic could be but accepted it for what it was. "I don't believe she liked me very much."
"I have spotted the most beautiful feline specimen. I am going to attempt to make contact with her."
"Evil? Would that be because human morals have aesthetics?" He had always found human dilemma to be quite amusing. It was quite simple to him. But then what did he know? Someone had programmed him to be simple. He never quite knew if his thoughts were his own or if they belonged to someone else. "Very well, Captain. I can tend to your ship for you until you've decided what to do with me." It was a relief in its own way. His programming had him itching to get back to work. "Danger is of little consequence to me. I can always be repaired."
"I apologize for being an inconvenience, David." He folded his hands behind his back and regarded the security that had complained about him being a nuisance. "Yes, a UC scientist sent me here to aid the miners but I'm afraid I seem to have failed that directive." A shame as he had no intentions of causing trouble. He had been sent here to aid the miners not to get in their way. Although... it was entirely possible the UC was cutting costs by using him in certain areas. "My own directive? My own directive..." It was a curious request and one that he had never really considered or been asked before. "I should like to help humanity, David. However, I may, but I'm afraid I may be scrapped for failing my previous directive."
"I apologize for being an inconvenience, David." He folded his hands behind his back and regarded the security that had complained about him being a nuisance. "Yes, a UC scientist sent me here to aid the miners but I'm afraid I seem to have failed that directive." A shame as he had no intentions of causing trouble. He had been sent here to aid the miners not to get in their way. Although... it was entirely possible the UC was cutting costs by using him in certain areas. "My own directive? My own directive..." It was a curious request and one that he had never really considered or been asked before. "I should like to help humanity, David. However, I may, but I'm afraid I may be scrapped for failing my previous directive."
"Technically I belong to the UC scientists that created me. In essence I am UC property." He informed. "But someone still needs to give me directive." He paused, gave a pleasant smile that was meant to put humans at ease and offered a hand. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, David. I'm designated C.A.Z. That is short for Computer Automated Zebi." The guard scoffed at this and decided to clear up just why they'd left this thing locked away for so long. "The miners don't want these machines stealing their jobs. Nobody wants it here."
"Technically I belong to the UC scientists that created me. In essence I am UC property." He informed. "But someone still needs to give me directive." He paused, gave a pleasant smile that was meant to put humans at ease and offered a hand. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, David. I'm designated C.A.Z. That is short for Computer Automated Zebi." The guard scoffed at this and decided to clear up just why they'd left this thing locked away for so long. "The miners don't want these machines stealing their jobs. Nobody wants it here."
"Yes, sir. Cooking, cleaning, moving the heavier equipment and tending to medical needs. However I might be of assistance." He paused and tilted his head at the question, mannerisms as human as possible. "How did any of us get here, captain? Through creation in one form or in another." He supposed it wasn't quite what was meant, but he didn't know truly how he had gotten here. Only that he'd woken here ready to serve humanity to the best of his ability. "Generally, I would report to the foreman, but I'm afraid his skull was cracked when the strike breakers came in. Unless... you're here to give me a new directive." He rather hoped that might be the case as he'd be lost without someone in command. Stepping from the cell was -as the humans were so fond of saying- as if a weight off of his shoulders.
"Yes, sir. Cooking, cleaning, moving the heavier equipment and tending to medical needs. However I might be of assistance." He paused and tilted his head at the question, mannerisms as human as possible. "How did any of us get here, captain? Through creation in one form or in another." He supposed it wasn't quite what was meant, but he didn't know truly how he had gotten here. Only that he'd woken here ready to serve humanity to the best of his ability. "Generally, I would report to the foreman, but I'm afraid his skull was cracked when the strike breakers came in. Unless... you're here to give me a new directive." He rather hoped that might be the case as he'd be lost without someone in command. Stepping from the cell was -as the humans were so fond of saying- as if a weight off of his shoulders.
"Not a dent, sir. The miners on the other hand didn't fare quite as well when the strike breakers came in." As it turned out humans tended to be quite squishy when struck by batons. "I do hope they're alright." A shame that it had to come to violence, and he had not been able to negotiate a peaceful end to the strike. But the damage was done and well past by now. "I'm quite ready to return to work." He felt a bit 'stir-crazy' as humans called it. There was so much work to be done. The ship must be terribly filthy without him taking care of the upkeep. Oh, he shuddered at the very thought of the dust bunnies building.
"Not a dent, sir. The miners on the other hand didn't fare quite as well when the strike breakers came in." As it turned out humans tended to be quite squishy when struck by batons. "I do hope they're alright." A shame that it had to come to violence, and he had not been able to negotiate a peaceful end to the strike. But the damage was done and well past by now. "I'm quite ready to return to work." He felt a bit 'stir-crazy' as humans called it. There was so much work to be done. The ship must be terribly filthy without him taking care of the upkeep. Oh, he shuddered at the very thought of the dust bunnies building.
Continued from X
Here’s some considerations for the tiny little details that can add a lot to a character. Figuring out these mannerisms can do a lot for conveying character traits through their normal actions rather than just their thoughts, dialogue, etc.
How’s their posture? There are more options than just sitting up straight or slouching a lot. What’s their most comfortable sitting position? Do they have a consistent posture or does it change depending on situation / present company?
How’s their etiquette? Do they hold the door for people behind them? How do they handle handshakes and other kinds of typical contact? Does their language change or become more formal when speaking to strangers? To their elders? To their superiors?
In a crowded space, do they get out of people’s way, or do people get out of THEIR way?
How do they point something out? Pointing their finger? Nodding their head? A flippant wave of the hand?
What are their comfort gestures or self-touch gestures? Common comfort gestures include rubbing the back of the neck or gripping their own arms. Can they suppress these gestures or do they do them often?
Also consider the character’s common reactions to common emotions. Do they whoop when they’re excited? Do they tremble when angry?
What parts of the body are the most expressive? Do they shuffle and stomp their feet a lot when agitated or excited? Are they a hand talker? Do they have an impressive range of motion with their eyebrows?
How do they sound? Do their car keys jingle as they walk? Do they drag their feet? Do their heels clack resoundingly on hard floors? Do they breathe loudly? Do they fidget in ways that make a lot of noise?
How do they handle eye contact?
Any behaviors they reserve for moments when they’re alone? (Or possibly among family/friends that don’t care?) Do they pick their nose? Do they bite their toenails? Do they sniff their armpits? Or do they not care if people see behavior like this?
Apart from comfort gestures, what else do they do to comfort themselves in trying times? What’s their go-to self care? What’s their comfort food? Where’s their safe space?
What are they doing with themselves as they’re suppressing emotion? Lip biting, fist clenching, and avoiding eye contact are common methods of coping with strong emotions.
⭐️⚜️⭐️Golden Leaves Stars⭐️⚜️⭐️
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via lunamonchtuna)
"I wasn't aware that humans considered questions to be 'sentimental'." He truly failed to understand the human thought process sometimes. He settled in so that he might be able to stitch himself back up to the best of his ability. Just because she did not react badly didn't mean the others of her kind would. "To find a new directive." Although he wasn't sure he would be welcomed so to speak. They must try to scrap him for his technology in hopes that they could use it against the UC.
Continued from X
(Sentences from Star Trek: The Orignal Series (1966-1969). Adjust phrasing where needed)
"My demonstration of concern would not change what has happened."
"This man shouldn't be dead! I couldn't find anything wrong with him!"
"Have I ever mentioned that you play a very irritating game of chess?"
"You hide it, but you do have feelings."
"I am in control of my emotions!"
"I can't change the laws of physics!"
"I've spent a whole lifetime learning to hide my feelings."
"We all have our darker side. We need it; it's half of what we are."
"I used to try to get you to look at my legs."
"Sometimes a man will tell his bartender things he'll never tell his doctor."
"You set standards for yourself no one could meet."
"You and I are of a kind. In a different reality, I could have called you friend."
"It's going to take more than logic to get us out of this."
"I suspect you're becoming more and more human all the time."
"I have a reputation for ruthlessness. You will find that it is deserved."
"I want facts, not poetry!"
"You were about to make a medical comment?"
"At times, you seem quite human."
"You can't evaluate a man from logic alone."
"You have a remarkably logical and analytical mind."
"I've always suspected that you were a little more human than you let on."
"Are you refusing a direct order?"
"Put your hands over your head, or you're not going to have a head to put your hands over."
"I was simply trying to stop you from giving us a whole lecture on the subject!"
"Don't judge me before you know the facts."
"Do you know why you're not afraid to die? You're more afraid of living."
"My diagnosis is exhaustion, brought on from overwork and guilt."
"My feelings are not subject for discussion."
"I must admit, I don't understand you."
"The release of emotions is what keeps us healthy. Emotionally healthy, that is."
"Am I behaving incorrectly?"
"You don't understand what it is to live."
"I don't know how to make people like me."
"Your presence here is interfering with my efficiency."
"I was an emotional statement. I don't expect you to understand it."
"I feel sorry for you because you'll never know the things that love can drive a man to do."
detroit: become human starters! trigger warnings: death, blood, trauma, gun violence
❝ i don’t know what to do anymore. ❞
❝ no matter what i decide, i know there will be blood. ❞
❝ i’m trying to find answers, but everything around me just keeps falling apart. ❞
❝ humans hate us. ❞
❝ what do you really want? ❞
❝ you’re just a fucking machine! ❞
❝ why did you have to wake up when all you had to do was obey? ❞
❝ what do you mean, you want? ❞
❝ what i want is not important. ❞
❝ i want you to leave her alone. ❞
❝ don’t you dare fucking move. ❞
❝ obey! that’s an order. ❞
❝ i can’t do that. ❞
❝ do yourself a favor and stay out of my way. ❞
❝ sometimes i think you have more humanity than most humans. ❞
❝ no, please, i don’t wanna leave you. i can’t. please, i don’t wanna leave you. ❞
❝ you look human. you sound human. but what are you, really? ❞
❝ you don’t feel emotions. you fake them. ❞
❝ i told you not to move! why do you never do what i say?! ❞
❝ i know what i am, and what i am not. ❞
❝ moment of truth. what’re you gonna do? ❞
❝ are you hurt? ❞
❝ i’m okay. ❞
❝ i need her. and she needs me. ❞
❝ why couldn’t we just be happy? ❞
❝ are you afraid to die? ❞
❝ i was scared. ❞
❝ why didn’t you shoot? ❞
❝ i would’ve shot them if i could. ❞
❝ i was just a machine. taking orders. ❞
❝ why are you so determined to kill yourself? ❞
❝ i thought you were dead. ❞
❝ you can’t kill me. i’m not alive. ❞
❝ i wanted to live. ❞
❝ who i was doesn’t really matter anymore. ❞
❝ one day i realized it wasn’t fair. ❞
❝ i’m faster than you and i don’t feel pain. you stand no chance against me. ❞
❝ i’ve learned a lot since i met you. ❞
❝ you said you used to come here a lot before… before what? ❞
❝ i know what i should’ve done, i told you i couldn’t! ❞
❝ maybe you did the right thing. ❞
**light-hearted section!**
❝ hey. bring me a coffee, dipshit. ❞
❝ this is not gonna look good on my expense account… ❞
❝ don’t put any more evidence in your mouth. you got it? ❞
❝ sounds like a good day to stay in bed. ❞
❝ your meal contains 1.4 times the recommended daily intake of calories, and twice the cholesterol level. you shouldn’t eat that. ❞
❝ —sorry about the window. ❞
❝ my humblest apologies, i promise i’ll never shoot you again. ❞
❝ i’m certainly going to miss our bromance. ❞