there has to be something on paper to accurately describe mordin solus. a distinct flaw within scientific definition & spatial classification that he has not yet been described or likened to before. this machine, he doesn’t feel ill at ease with. but not comfortable either. they appear calm, but an instrument of WAR nevertheless. boy does he like to chat it up, though: friend or foe alike. the doctor is aware of the implications of there being stakes involved in drawn-out conversation. ironically enough, that never seems to apply to him ( the more he speaks, the less of him one can grasps ; a jumbled mess of regurgitated jargon makes him slippery & elusive ) he’s unassuming. so he’s either a genius or a madman.
❛ ——ah, at an impasse! ❜ mordin sighs, not out of frustration, but in the same way one solves a mathematical problem. an index finger of the three he’s blessed with, raises at the curl of forearm.
long, spindly, & skeletal figure stands over six feet, considering the concave of chest giving a permanent hunch in posture ( the salarians came up with a solution to that & designed a pauldron-to-chestplate ratio to compensate for such a disadvantage ) that makes him look like he walks on stilts in his sudden choice for movement.
❛ willing to divulge as much as you are. must understand, intentions are not ill-directed. ❜
“You seek a quid-pro-quo, then.” An expected response. This galaxy operates on a system of give-and-take, and Fl4k muses that even a doctor is not exempt from this form of chaordism. They peer down at him; a lumbering figure clocking in at just over seven feet; hooded and draped in shadows. One hand raises, before curling back to drag their hood down. The mechanical plates of their face shift in the dull light.
“Your hypotheses are not far off, Salarian. My creator intended me to assume the guise of these Geth you speak of.” The hood fits back over, obscuring their features once more. “My intent differed. So I am here.”
In a gesture marketed in its organic fashion, Fl4k’s arms fold across the chest. This one speaks in circles and puzzles, so they will give them little to go off of in these lapses of silence. They are not one for repeating themselves, and so the question once more remains unspoken: what more can you tell of this other AI?
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