He doesn’t want to look at 9S, but he doesn’t want to look at a diagram of the repellant body he has to go back to when they get out of here. He preferred the mental game of telephone he was in the middle of, where he hadn’t seen this long enough that he could fudge it, into something still horrible, but maybe a little mistaken.
Yes. It makes sense. Think about it. Now Catherine sounds almost excited about it, about this discovery, or about explaining it, maybe.
It’s faded into noise. Simon looks away, face white, not wanting to answer, not able to answer until his voice unsticks from his throat. He wants to jump out of his skin, and he’s not even in that body right now. ] Yeah.
[ All those simplistic minds we've run into... just reviving a dead person doesn't seem to work that well. A robot body seems to make people a bit... unreliable. It’s a hypothesis. She’s musing to herself. You are the best of both worlds. A sound mind in a sound body. He barely hears it, now, but it sounds even less credible.
Then it goes quiet.
What the fuck else does he say? He’s using all of his brainpower to feel weird and guilty for concealing it to everybody he’s met in the past year and also justify it to himself simultaneously.
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He doesn’t want to look at 9S, but he doesn’t want to look at a diagram of the repellant body he has to go back to when they get out of here. He preferred the mental game of telephone he was in the middle of, where he hadn’t seen this long enough that he could fudge it, into something still horrible, but maybe a little mistaken.
Yes. It makes sense. Think about it. Now Catherine sounds almost excited about it, about this discovery, or about explaining it, maybe.
It’s faded into noise. Simon looks away, face white, not wanting to answer, not able to answer until his voice unsticks from his throat. He wants to jump out of his skin, and he’s not even in that body right now. ] Yeah.
[ All those simplistic minds we've run into... just reviving a dead person doesn't seem to work that well. A robot body seems to make people a bit... unreliable. It’s a hypothesis. She’s musing to herself. You are the best of both worlds. A sound mind in a sound body. He barely hears it, now, but it sounds even less credible.
Then it goes quiet.
What the fuck else does he say? He’s using all of his brainpower to feel weird and guilty for concealing it to everybody he’s met in the past year and also justify it to himself simultaneously.
He settles on, hollow, ] Yeah, something.