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 Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 2:35 pm
:::Cora nods and tries to remember where she knew the name Doc McColn from:::
It sends sensory information to my brain as though it were my real skin. It sends the same sensory perceptions for head and cold...even pain, unless I program it not to.
But... no. It doesn't feel like my real arm did. This one even has a nasty habbit of regulating some of my actions when they're unacceptible according to it's prior programming.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 2:37 pm
Still... [breathe] that's incredible. We come a long way... [breathe] in a thousand years.
[He looks into Cora's eyes now. She's like him, and yet she can live normally if she wants. Oh, to live in her time!]
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 2:40 pm
:::She pulled the arm away, not triggering the reassembly just yet:::
I wouldn't say that.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 2:43 pm
Why not?
[He starts to feel himself fading slowly.]
What's... [breathe] happening?
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 2:44 pm
:::She sees it, and answers quickly:::
You're going home, it's alright.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 2:46 pm
I'm... [breathe] going... [breathe] home?
[He fades away.]
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 2:53 pm
:::Cora sighs as she allows her arm to put itself back in order.
Andrew looked to be in a lot of pain. She could literally hear him sustaining life. But his was definately one of the first generations cybernetics that eventually does lead to the technology that built her arm...
his engineer, perhaps that was Doc... doctor? McColn. The name did sound very familiar. She thought to look that up in the libary. But stopped. I don't wanna go back in there for at least another few hours. Rubbing her head:::
:::She was desperate for a session in her cleansing chamber... she walked off towards the guest halls and down them:::
*Exit Cora*
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:11 pm
:::Kal appears seated at a table. His outfit is a bit more relaxed, not as formal as his royal garb. Around the back of his neck and over his chest lies a lose vestment, his pants are made of an offwhite, very thin but glistening material, highly reflective, with a sash tied around those. His feet, as normal are wrapped in a thick, very soft fiber:::
::He seemed to have a utensil in his hand, about to use it to eat his lunch, when he realizes its all gone. Kal looks around, standing slowly from the table. He was uneasy now... thinking maybe he shouldn't be there:::
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:13 pm
Luana had just gotten out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She was reaching up to wipe the condensation off her mirror when...
**Enter Luana**
...she faded into the Brink in nothing but her towel.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:16 pm
:::Luana had faded right in plain view, about 10 feet away. Dripping wet. Nearly naked:::
:::Kal blinked...then stopped blinking. He stared at her for a second, and suddenly realized he was supposed to be acting like the last time they'd met... they left on poor terms. He turned away, clearing his throat awkwardly:::
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:19 pm
"Oh, oh!" She pulled the towel tight around her body. "Oh, Kal!" She started to smile. "Uh, let me get some clothes, and I'll be right back." As she grabbed her key she suddenly realized something; she wasn't wearing her pendant.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:20 pm
:::He looks at her over his shoulder, realizing too:::
Wait... are you wearing the locket?
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:23 pm
"No, I just got out of the shower." She turns and faces him, still holding that towel firmly in place.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:25 pm
:::He turns around too:::
Fwoo... :::wiping his brow of a nervous drop of sweat, and walking over to her::: Lucky timing?
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:27 pm
"Yeah, I guess you can say that," she took one small step back. "For that at least." Her cheeks were turning very pink.
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