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prismatica2020-02-26 09:42 am
tekhartha) wrote in prismatica2020-02-26 09:42 am
voice x2; forward-dated to 28th/30th
[Zenyatta is quite unmistakeably underwater. The quiet is too dense for him to be anywhere else. The soft, languid shush of currents shifting around him fills the airwaves, broken on occasion by a hiss and flurry of bubbles as his new body vents into the water around him. The overall effect is peaceful, in a surreal sort of way, if a touch claustrophobic.
When he speaks, his voice sounds ever so slightly different: grainier, with a little of that strange echo granted by the breathing apparatus of a heavy-duty diving suit.]
Osse came for me, too. Yet as she held me in her embrace, I found that I could reach her with my processor. I was only able to establish a connection for the briefest of moments before its termination, but it seems vital information nonetheless.
She is, in some way, a machine of some kind. The very foundations of this world seem bound by the interplay of magic and technology. Perhaps she embodies both?
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[A day or so later, as Osse's tears are washed from the streets and the warrior herself has returned to her lover's arms, Zenyatta adds an update.]
All is well that ends well, I see.
Yet I cannot keep from thinking, were Osse's actions truly the result of a simple malfunction- a rote series of actions programmed by her creators, gone rogue? Or was there within her a spark of something more that compelled her to act against her protocols?
It is often said that love is a kind of madness. [he hesitates, almost imperceptibly.] I have felt touched by it, too, on occasion. But one cannot experience madness without a mind, and I wonder... perhaps the scientists involved in her capture will allow me to attempt a second connection, in the future. Although I am hardly a match for her Fisherman!
[There is a more deliberate pause now.] What would you do for the ones you love?
When he speaks, his voice sounds ever so slightly different: grainier, with a little of that strange echo granted by the breathing apparatus of a heavy-duty diving suit.]
Osse came for me, too. Yet as she held me in her embrace, I found that I could reach her with my processor. I was only able to establish a connection for the briefest of moments before its termination, but it seems vital information nonetheless.
She is, in some way, a machine of some kind. The very foundations of this world seem bound by the interplay of magic and technology. Perhaps she embodies both?
[A day or so later, as Osse's tears are washed from the streets and the warrior herself has returned to her lover's arms, Zenyatta adds an update.]
All is well that ends well, I see.
Yet I cannot keep from thinking, were Osse's actions truly the result of a simple malfunction- a rote series of actions programmed by her creators, gone rogue? Or was there within her a spark of something more that compelled her to act against her protocols?
It is often said that love is a kind of madness. [he hesitates, almost imperceptibly.] I have felt touched by it, too, on occasion. But one cannot experience madness without a mind, and I wonder... perhaps the scientists involved in her capture will allow me to attempt a second connection, in the future. Although I am hardly a match for her Fisherman!
[There is a more deliberate pause now.] What would you do for the ones you love?
-> action if that's ok!
I think I've got the basics down... thanks.
[It's not like she had anything better to do today.
It takes about twenty minutes worth of navigating from the apartments, but Rochelle got to the park soon enough. It doesn't take long to find Zenyatta either. From the perspective of someone who's never met a robot 'til now, he stands the hell out.]
Um.
[The producer approaches, arms hanging awkwardly and uselessly by her sides, and peers him over.]
Hi...? [Oh god he FLOATS too.] I'm Rochelle.
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Greetings! It is a pleasure to meet you in person, Rochelle!
[And though she isn't injured in any serious way, she is most certainly more battered and bruised than can be comfortable for a human. He glides across the space between them, palms together.]
Come and sit with me, my friend. I hope the journey was not too taxing?
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[What the hell. When in Rome, right? She moves to sit next to him, watching him glide.]
Nah... I'm a city girl, through and through. [The smile widens.] Easy enough to find my way. Guess that's saying something for a whole other planet.