@ofthenetwork | AL-AN
The bouncing orbs of the other, their chimes and their soft humming, is somewhat distracting to his sensors. The notes, the language of their clinking – it is all very swiftly being downloaded to his database. What the omnic bore upon the cords and spikes that make up their neck had such an intricate, beautiful, and calming sense of energy. But still, alerts popped from his inner-machines. Those orbs were just as dangerous as they were benevolent. How curious.
Despite the distractions, Al-An is diligent and determined to focus. Meeting a completely mechanical yet also conscious being is very rare.
“ Oᴜʀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ʜᴀs ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜsɴᴇss ɪɴᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs. Tʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪs ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜs. “
Pausing, Al-An wonders if he should dig deeper into his emotions. The lights within him shift to a deeper, shivering cerulean shade. He looks away.
“ Yᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ﹐ I ᴀᴍ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇʜᴇɴsɪᴠᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴍʏ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs. Iᴛ ʜᴀs ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ… I ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪsʜ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ. “
just as he felt his every atom being watched zenyatta also listened with keen awareness - the energy pulsating under knitted fibers, the shift of mechanical under organic. all observed without judgement.
a cyborg, yet seemingly by design. how curious.
「 ༀ - ...death is rare, although not impossible, it seems. omnics are in a similar boat; being able to shift bodies without trouble. yet we seem to die much more often . perhaps as we are also scared of trying to copy the consciousness. 」
the monk was patient as the other processed - curious about the shifting of luminous hues under the skin. his own lights seemed to shift to a similar colour in term.
「 ༀ - ...are you from a more interconnected people, AL-AN? is extinction, perhaps, your concept of true death? 」
