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[perihelionpilot]

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There’s a strange gradient that Perihelion has been observing, between humans fully locked into the slightly unnatural, mechanical movements their “optimized tools” guide them into, and those who seem to move more with a predefined knowledge. The android itself has been using an optimized pen to repeatedly, confusedly draw portraits of people it knows, and recreate stills from Worldhoppers, and it still can’t pick up any feed activity from this pen that would be able to read that data from within its own head.

“I would understand reading data from only bots, but I don’t see how these tools work for reading human intent so precisely,” it says to a human who’s been making her own artwork nearby.

“What are you illustrating?”

[capnport]

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...Well.

Out of anyone he could encounter here, seeing someone from the crew is a good thing. That said, out of anyone on the crew, this is the last person he wants to see or deal with or even think about. But here she is, and an interaction is necessary to get what information he can.

Regardless of his feelings, it seems unlikely that this entire surreal scenario is her fault. And he certainly doesn’t want to get anywhere near the fury swirling inside him at the sight of her, so he’s cold instead.

“Lucretia.” His ears twitch, a display of feeling he might not have minded her seeing eleven years ago, but now he’s furious at what a decade has done to his well-trained self control.

“Where is the ship?”