[Said after a considerable delay, soft and baffled. An Earth filled with life, she's imagining. One without a machine plague swarming it like a cancer. What sort of life could that be? She tries to picture it and the thought is so alien that it frightens her to envision for long. What was she, without a war to fight?
What was she here? It's too overwhelming to consider for long, a question too big to hold. She retreats into herself, letting the blank shock on her face fade into distant neutrality. It would be better to let the conversation taper off into nothing, but — she's curious. She can't help but be curious.]
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[Said after a considerable delay, soft and baffled. An Earth filled with life, she's imagining. One without a machine plague swarming it like a cancer. What sort of life could that be? She tries to picture it and the thought is so alien that it frightens her to envision for long. What was she, without a war to fight?
What was she here? It's too overwhelming to consider for long, a question too big to hold. She retreats into herself, letting the blank shock on her face fade into distant neutrality. It would be better to let the conversation taper off into nothing, but — she's curious. She can't help but be curious.]
What is it like?