man, you got me thinking about C-3PO with your latest tag spiral and I already have him as my secret weird fav (MY ANXIETY BABY) so I would love to hear any headcanons on him!! I love how bring such depth with these memes and I'd be so interested to see that with this character that's usually just seen as a joke
His memory banks are fragmented, these days—too many decisions he can’t remember making about which files to keep, what metadata has been erased to ensure his internal processes have enough space to run. The result is something pieced together, a disjuncture between what he can remember and why he remembers it. He knows why he kept the audio of Queen Breha of Alderaan—the Princess had begged him, one night on Yavin. I don’t have anything else, she’d said, and though droids cannot feel pity, Threepio had felt it, and allocated the resources.
She’d listened to it, again and again, even though she cried every time, and Threepio had offered to remove the file. He didn’t understand why the Princess insisted on making herself miserable with such a thing, but Artoo had said it was sentient defect.
They always make themselves miserable, Artoo said. It’s all that water, and the hormones.
Others though…Threepio has a single audio file running nearly an hour, a speech from late Republican senator Padme Amidala; but the metadata has been largely stripped, and he cannot remember why he keeps it, except he always has. (There is a fragment of a file, something half-remembered—if droids were capable of that sort of ambiguity of process—someone saying it was important, that she’ll rule the galaxy, you’ll see.)
Or there is a full visual holo-file of a woman with dark hair, weathered features and a tiredness in her smile, saying, hello, welcome to the world. Threepio does not even know her name.
(“Does this place seem familiar?” Threepio had asked Artoo, as they trundled across the sand of the unknown desert planet. His casing is still rattling from the impact of the pod’s crash, but he looks up at the sky, and then around, at all the sand. “I could swear…”)