Momo's perspective Log- Internal Data Stream
-Time: ''Back to Eden'' script timeline, during the filming of Cici's TV series ''Galactic Love Song''
-Visual Analysis: Analysis of Miss Cici's facial condition. Detected a 15.7% decrease in local capillary circulation speed under the eyes, presenting visible dark shadows. Conclusion: Severe sleep deprivation.
-Posture Analysis: Rigid sitting posture, sustained micro-tremors in core muscle group. Combined with yesterday's two high intensity comeback stages with dancing while singing, probablity 98.2% indicates muscle fatigue and lactic acid buildup.
-Event Log: Makeup artist unit. Observed the makeup artist using high coverage foundation on Miss Cici. Repeatedly applying it to the anterir tibial areas and knees of her. Subcutaneous optical scan revealed multiple fresh capillaries( commonly known as bruises) in these areas. Coverage process duration: 5 minutes 25 seconds.
-Illogical Behavior Records: Miss Cici showed no change in expression parameters during the coverage of bruises and emitted no pain signals. This reaction does not align with standard human pain stimulus models. Archived.
When Cici stepped into the private resturant that only opens for members, the dazzling room with Chandelier shinning on silver plates and luxurious decorations. She's in high heels which were sponsor provided, foot pinching adorned with rosy quartz and sapphires, it's called ''Cinderella" from Louby's and the moment the director given her shoes a whole image focused the moment the sales on those shoes increasing rapidly.
Cici greeted everyone, smiled as she always does, but only she knew the calves felt as if they were filled with lead. The thick foundation concealed the bruises, but not the deep seated ache in her muscles.
The guests were already seated: Director Scott Johnson from ''Galactic Love Song,'' Investor Jianying Wang, Yamamoto Arata, and Franklin Lee who seated at the head. He wore a bespoke, exquisitely tailored suit that accentuated his quiet elegance and an light but still present air of intimidating and authority. Earlier on the rooftop, during the golf session arranged by other investors to curry favor with him, the howling wind had felt like icy needles piercing through his knees; his shoulder felt bladed and the muscles of his legs were also throbbed faintly. It was strange. He had just undergone a physical check up using the latest technologies and top-tier equipment and the exams done by best doctors. In theory, there shouldn't be any mistakes made.
Waiters began serving the appetizers, and people started toasting. Franklin played along, temporarily setting aside the discomfort from the golf. Cici observed occasionally, that he kind of carried an inexplicable sense of solemnity. He reminds her of an isolated island floating amidst turbulent waves, or a lighthouse glimmering through the fog. His gaze sometimes swept across the room with a subtle, assessing quality.
After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere, deliberately stoked by director Scott, Jianying Wang and Yamamoto Arata, became boisterous, tinged with a vaguely uncomfortable sophistication. Wang, clearly drunk, his face flushed, his eyes wandered between Cici and Momo whose quietly sit next to her.
'' J-just drinking is so boring!'' Wang waved his large hand, his chubby finger pointing at Momo. '' Make that robot have a drink, too! Let's see if this ... this high end model can drink or not! If it get drunk, will it flushes? Hahahahaha ''
The table dropped silence for a moment, followed by a few awkward murmurs of agreements. Scott Johnson's smile stiffened as he tried to smooth things over. '' Mr Wang, you must be joking. A robot can't drink...''
''Why not? !'' Wang interrupted rudely. '' It's just a pile of components! If it breaks , Miss Cici can just get another one ! It must drink today!''
Momo's processor received the command, but her core directives- '' Protect Miss Cici'' and ''Do not hurt humans'' - created a logical conflict. She sat there, her optical lenses fixed on the deep crimson, blood-liked liquid being shoved in front of her, sloshing in the glass like snake's venom.
At that moment, Cici stood up.
Her speed with coming up this professional, sweet , bright smile is amazing. Her dimples are like roses blossom in a moment. She naturally took the glass intended for Momo, raised her wrist slightly, and faced Wang.
''Mr Wang, aren't you wasting this treat? Momo's just a robot made of metal, everything tastes the same to her. What's the point of that?'' Her voice was sweet as honey, but her eyes were clear with calmness. ''I'll drink this for her, as a thank you for your strong support of our crew. How does that sound?''
Without waiting for Wang's response, Cici finished the glass of wine in a second. The spicy liquor quickly run through her throat to her stomach which cause the feelings of burning. She was on diet for the comeback stage and the PR and interviews for new album and the galas and commercials shooting. She didn't eat anything today yet except an apple, so now the pain was serious enough to made her almost shed tears. But she still suppressed the urge to cough, maintaining her perfect smile and look.
In subtle silence, a deep and magnetic voice sounded, carrying a hint of curiosity. Cici looked up at the speaker. The tone held the dispassionate inquiry of someone in authority position, but strangely, she didn't found that to be unpleasant. It felt vaguely familiar, as if she'd heard of it somewhere before. It's odd consider that according to her knowledge she met him months ago as actress and investor in a formal meeting, and no more personal relationships nor heard of him before.
''Miss Cici, seems like your electronic assistances means very much to you.''
''Oh, come on, Mr Lee, it's just a pile of components...'' Wang's idiotic, arrognant remark was cut short by Franklin's calm gaze.
Cici suppressed the discomfort in her throat, looked into his ash blue eyes, they were kind of dark in color so it almost seemed that he had black eyes. She replied in a plain tone, stating a simple fact as she placed the empty glass on the table with her long, thin fingers, the movement was graceful almost like a savannah cat putted down the toy it's bored of.
''Mr Lee you're so clever, it's just I get used to working with her.''
Her words served both as a perfunctory a way a silence Wang's incessant, annoying chatter. Wang still curled his lips and muttered, '' It's just a robot and not a human, gosh it's odd to...'' But he realized the famous and thriving Franklin of All natural corporation gazed him with icy looks in his eyes every time he want to make fun of the robot and it's stupid owner who has nothing but her face and body, so he quickly shut up.
Franklin didn't say anything else. In fact, if Cici hadn't intervened, he'd have stopped Wang from destroying a robot, too. He took a sip of the jasmine tea in proceline, noting it's a little bitter. Cici looked glamorous under the chandelier, but he could tell she didn't enjoy these hypocritical event, just like him. He had notice the flash of irritation in her eyes when she intercepted the drink; he had no doubt if not for professional obligations, she would have thrown that wine in Wang's face.
It seemed Cici, the pop star, wasn't as flashy and superficial as he had subconsciously stereotyped her to be. He had prejudged her and underestimated her.
For a moment, unbeknownst to them, the script was already developing in a direction the director Kim Young of '' Back to Eden'' did not wanted to see.