Hannibal's house (where Jono just stays sometimes), Saturday night

[sharp_as_knives]

After a lovely dinner and a conversation that involved a lot of boggling on Jono's behalf and bemusement on Hannibal's, Hannibal had thrown up his metaphoric hands and made some very good popcorn.

They were now downstairs in the media room, ensconced comfortably on the sofa and trying to keep the cats out of said popcorn.

"I fail to see why it's so scandalous," Hannibal said, shaking his head. "It isn't as though I don't know what it is; I'm hardly blind to popular culture. It simply isn't something I've felt the need to watch."



[For the one mentioned! But texts or calls or whatever, why not?]

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[furnaceface]

//Because it's a cinematic masterpiece and a forerunner for most special effects and storytelling tropes we see in films today,// Jono replied, leaning sideways to bump his shoulder against Hannibal's. //Plus, it's fun. And it was something people had never seen before. Even if shows like Galaxy Quest had given people a taste of science fiction before, the whole space fantasy thing was largely unexplored.//

A beat.

//Did I mention that it's fun? I feel as though I need to stress that one, for some reason.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"You did, yes." Hannibal grinned at him and at a bit of the popcorn (holding the bowl well away from Beethoven's inquiring nose). "I won't dispute that or the special effects, but a cinematic masterpiece?" That, he was a bit skeptical about.

[furnaceface]

//Some people say so, anyway,// Jono muttered, wrinkling his nose at Hannibal for that one. //If nothing else, it did lay the groundwork for a good number of masterpieces to come. And the things they did with the ships in space and scene composition and special effects were groundbreaking in their time.//

A beat.

//So, yes, I'd say it was, in some sense.//

So there, Hannibal. So there. Jono was going to be a sci-fi movie brat at you now.

[sharp_as_knives]

And Hannibal was just going to continue to be amused. "Fair enough. I suppose I'll wait and see...is that her hair, or a rather unfortunate hat?"

[furnaceface]

//The unfortunate hats are in the prequel movies,// Jono promised. //That's her hair.//

A beat.

//I'm surprised you haven't at least seen the 'I have pastries glued to the sides of my head' look around, before. This film has been pervasive in popular culture for nearly forty years now.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"I've seen similar things, but it's often difficult to tell the details," Hannibal said with a shrug. "And anyone whose pastries look like that is doing something very wrong."

[furnaceface]

//Well, they're space pastries,// Jono replied, amused. //Anyway, people don't like her for her hair. She's more than capable of holding her own among the boys' club of the rest of the cast.//

And she didn't make it easy for that smug smuggler, either.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Remind me never to eat in space," Hannibal said in turn. And picked Joni up and put her back on the floor.

[furnaceface]

//I think the trick is finding the food that won't kill you,// Jono offered, giving the cat a look as she wound around his leg. //I wouldn't know. I've never eaten in space, myself.//

Though he'd actually been there a few times.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Or making your own," Hannibal pointed out. He wondered what some of those aliens might taste like.

"This seems an unpleasant place to live." And not just for the food.

Nobody liked Tatooine.

[furnaceface]

//Fortunately, we don't spend much of the trilogy here,// Jono offered. //And I really don't think it was meant to come off as the sort of place people move to because they have any sort of say in the matter. I wouldn't want to go there to retire.//

Sand in everything.

Joni might like it. Biggest litterbox ever.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded. "Nor would I. Which does rather seem to be the point, yes."

He watched a few more minutes.

"If they can make machines that speak a standard language, why don't they all?"

[furnaceface]

... Good question, Hannibal.

//Maybe they don't want their navigational droids talking back at them. Anyway, the shiny one is meant to be a walking translator. The little rubbish bin serves a different function and probably needs that memory room for something... else?//

That was how computers worked, right?

[sharp_as_knives]

It...was, to an extent. "Aren't there more efficient designs he could have?"

Hannibal Lecter, android designer.

[furnaceface]

Yeah, even Jono needed a moment to cast an amused look at Hannibal for that.

//Such as?//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shrugged. "Something with fingers and that can speak. More like a person and less like a toddler."

[furnaceface]

//I think it just jacks directly into the-- look, you'll just have to see how they use the thing,// Jono replied, scratching the back of his head. //It doesn't have more than it needs to get its job done. And this did supposedly happen a long time ago. Honestly, between you and me? Once you start giving things fingers and the ability to communicate, you're usually asking for trouble.//

Jono came from a reality with a long history of really shitty AI.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Like people?" Hannibal asked, amused.

[furnaceface]

//Yes, but people with replaceable parts,// Jono replied. //And sometimes an underdeveloped sense for the value of human life. And surprisingly frequently some sort of buggered-up notion that the best way to restore order to everything is to kill everybody.//

Jono had strong feelings, here.

//... I mean, most of them aren't like that. Of course they aren't. But the few who go rogue are terrifying.// Ultron. //And I have a fair amount of experience with the sort that were built specifically to exterminate people like me. I would be perfectly fine with a fingerless toddler-bin.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"I can see how that would be a disincentive, yes," Hannibal agreed. "Also, the short one seems a good bit less annoying than the more human one."

He moved Joni to the other side of Jono - again, then stretched out next to him. "You'll have to tell me more about your experiences some time."

[furnaceface]

//I'll have to, sometime,// Jono agreed. //But right now we're watching Space Battles and these droids are having a terrible day.//

This was generally the way of it for at least the shiny one, mind.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shrugged. "They didn't get blown up." They were probably having a better day than anyone else on their ship.

[furnaceface]

... True enough. But they were still on Meta!Tatooine.

//I suppose in a film like this, any day you don't get blown up is a good day...//

It really was.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Whereas ideally, a good day would involve significantly more actual good." Hannibal grinned at Jono and ate a bit of popcorn.

And gave Beethoven an eye when he reached up as if to bat at it.

[furnaceface]

//You would think so,// Jono agreed. //Of course, this series has 'Battles' right in the name, so obviously there's a bit of strife at play.//

obviously.

//Still, it isn't all doom and gloom. Just if you're that shiny one there. Or the whiny lad with the terrible hair.//