[a small sound of dissatisfaction leaves his throat. he isn't sure what closing his eyes will do, but he does. a deep breath of air he doesn't need, and he's relying on all tangible and audio input once the visual input has disappeared. androids don't dream, aren't able to naturally see something on their mind's eye as humans are. it's possible but takes more effort, more rewiring.
he wants so badly to open his eyes to see what snakes around his wrist. soft, cool with the smell of the sea. his LED blinks yellow as his processors try to determine what it is, but can't place it. it doesn't move like anything he's experienced.
so he puts himself where she wants him to be, or tries to. an ocean, the rise and fall of the sun and moon. Narcissus. and the one focus he can truly empathize with: homesickness.
she prompts him, but he doesn't respond. opening his eyes would take everything away and blur the imagery he's trying to keep. he's reaching deep inside of himself, well past old codes, into an empty space for creation. he plays the beginning of the song once more, but this time there's little additions and complexities to it, more sadness. he's taken the music and created parts of his own. only when he stops does he open his eyes to look at her again.]
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he wants so badly to open his eyes to see what snakes around his wrist. soft, cool with the smell of the sea. his LED blinks yellow as his processors try to determine what it is, but can't place it. it doesn't move like anything he's experienced.
so he puts himself where she wants him to be, or tries to. an ocean, the rise and fall of the sun and moon. Narcissus. and the one focus he can truly empathize with: homesickness.
she prompts him, but he doesn't respond. opening his eyes would take everything away and blur the imagery he's trying to keep. he's reaching deep inside of himself, well past old codes, into an empty space for creation. he plays the beginning of the song once more, but this time there's little additions and complexities to it, more sadness. he's taken the music and created parts of his own. only when he stops does he open his eyes to look at her again.]
Was that better?