[ For about two microcycles, it feels like a lovely dream. Like, the kind of thing *Mute doesn't actually feel all that bad about; sleep isn't the worst human function she's experienced so far, and the nice soft touch at her lips, the slight edge to it, the faint scent in the air... It's nice.
Her eyes flutter open. A beautiful woman with long, unbound white hair is plucking petals off a flower. *Mute is pretty sure she has a weird piece of video data hovering in her RAM until she remembers — ah, right. She is meat now. There is no video or photo data to offload anymore. Welp. Time to do meat-person shit. ]
Huh?
[ Great start! Almost human language! *Mute blinks harder, frowns, and is back to default expression in less than a second. Permascowl hours now.
She shakes her head, rubs her eye with a hand, and that is a weird new parameter to contend with. Touch. Whatever. She needs data first. What even happened? All she did was walk around and smell a couple of those flowers... ]
You're... You're talking to me? Dreaming? I was. Huh...?
no subject
Her eyes flutter open. A beautiful woman with long, unbound white hair is plucking petals off a flower. *Mute is pretty sure she has a weird piece of video data hovering in her RAM until she remembers — ah, right. She is meat now. There is no video or photo data to offload anymore. Welp. Time to do meat-person shit. ]
Huh?
[ Great start! Almost human language! *Mute blinks harder, frowns, and is back to default expression in less than a second. Permascowl hours now.
She shakes her head, rubs her eye with a hand, and that is a weird new parameter to contend with. Touch. Whatever. She needs data first. What even happened? All she did was walk around and smell a couple of those flowers... ]
You're... You're talking to me? Dreaming? I was. Huh...?