[She's awake, sort of. But her eyes are wrong, empty and glassy, and A2's brow furrows. At least she isn't dead, comes the thought, but she has no room to be relieved about this for long. Even though she wasn't dead didn't mean that she couldn't die.
This sort of illness, slow and insidious, is new to her. A logic virus killed quickly and indiscriminately. This, though...
A2's hands hover, unsure on what to do, then briefly she rests one against Konoha's forehead, the touch brusque and businesslike. This is something pulled from the snippet of an old memory in her databanks, one that wasn't hers and never would be: she had been a child, living in a house with an old woman, and the woman had touched her head like this to find...]
...You're too hot. [What had Pod told her? About that flu thing. The body experienced an increase in temperature.] Pod. We have to - [She doesn't know what they have to do.] water.
Get me water.
[Pod responds, in short order:] Affirmative. [And off it goes, and for a little while she and Konoha are alone.]
Hey - moose — Konoha. Listen to me. Tell me what to do.
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This sort of illness, slow and insidious, is new to her. A logic virus killed quickly and indiscriminately. This, though...
A2's hands hover, unsure on what to do, then briefly she rests one against Konoha's forehead, the touch brusque and businesslike. This is something pulled from the snippet of an old memory in her databanks, one that wasn't hers and never would be: she had been a child, living in a house with an old woman, and the woman had touched her head like this to find...]
...You're too hot. [What had Pod told her? About that flu thing. The body experienced an increase in temperature.] Pod. We have to - [She doesn't know what they have to do.] water.
Get me water.
[Pod responds, in short order:] Affirmative. [And off it goes, and for a little while she and Konoha are alone.]
Hey - moose — Konoha. Listen to me. Tell me what to do.