|Well now, this is a bit interesting. A girl has just floated into…|
Dec. 6th, 2007 @ 03:27 am
This one looks and feels human, though she's actually not even there.
"Perhaps because dying is a very unpleasant experience?"
"Is it unpleasant? I do not fear it."
"How many times have you done it?"
"How many times have I died?" Endra gives an eerie smile. "I died many times before I was taken into my guild. As a Player Killer, I know I can be killed at any moment for what I do. And yet, I do not fear."
The scythe rocks back and forth...back and forth.
She was born of a race whose faces didn't move and so she doesn't notice the other's expression. "Player? You're a virtual reality sprite?"
"I am perfectly real." Still with that eerie smile, Endra extends a hand.
It's worth noting she really shouldn't be touched, but she's not giving off any feeling of it.
Prima looks at the hand, then back to her. "And I'm not."
"Why not touch my hand and see how real you are here?" Still smiling.
"Because your insistence that I do so implies that you expect there to be some consequence for me, possibly an unpleasant one." She remembers mechs glowing red at a touch and then trying to kill one another. "And I don't make a practise of touching those whom I do not know."
"Consequence? Hardly." The smile remains, fixed placidly on Endra's face like it doesn't belong there, like it's been pasted on. "I simply want to feed on your negative emotion."
"I have no emotion. I'm a holographic image." She looks toward some sound, reaching for another memory, then turns back with a shrug.
"Does the face behind that hologram have no emotion?"
But Endra's eyes flicker, and suddenly she decides it isn't worth it.
"Hm. Very well, then." Back and forth...back and forth...the scythe flips upside down suddenly and she remains seated as if it were still right side up.
"There is no face behind the hologram. Optimus Prima died cycles ago." She watches the flip.
"Is that so."
No inflection to make it a question.
"How, then, do you exist?"
"I'm a computer program." She looks across the way, to where a giant robot is talking to a smaller being. She doesn't recognize the machine and turns back to the being she's conversing with.
Endra's eyes, though still blank, become suddenly piercing.
"...Is that so."
The scythe shimmers.
"Yes." She gives no outward show, but notes the change.
"I see indeed..." Her shoulders give a small quiver, as if she were stifling a laugh.
"I suppose you should be on your way, then."
Prima shrugs and goes to investigate that giant robot.
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