[ she circled around him quietly, watching and moving like a predator. those blank white eyes betrayed nothing, only giving him the weight of her attention. her face remained passive, a stark contrast to his own. she had always said that she was something of a monster-- perhaps no amount of exposure to humans and their ways could ever really purge her of something so innate, so programmed.
but the monster was not all she was. neither was the machine. parts of her could only be described as chilton suspected: human. or at the very least, human-like. a powerful and convincing mimicry, if not the real thing. ]
Careful. [ her warning came softly. ] Have we not yet learned our lesson? What is it you hope to achieve by pushing me? Justify your obsession, Doctor.
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but the monster was not all she was. neither was the machine. parts of her could only be described as chilton suspected: human. or at the very least, human-like. a powerful and convincing mimicry, if not the real thing. ]
Careful. [ her warning came softly. ] Have we not yet learned our lesson? What is it you hope to achieve by pushing me? Justify your obsession, Doctor.