"We...always talked about it, but almost like it was a myth. God, the end of days, all of that. Maybe we thought if he was going to pull the plug, he should have done it a few years ago." Wow, Dennett Norton, amateur nihilist. "Is, I mean, is the second world better?"
He'd thought the open deck would be better. Less claustrophobic, less enclosed, but the open air just showed a murky, choppy sea that didn't seem very comforting. More like that 'Nature red in tooth and claw' thing.
"How far do you adapt before you're no longer, well, you anymore?" It was an eerie question: he'd thought of Alex as human though the vast percentage of Alex's body was robotic. But this was inner change, beliefs, core faith.
"I am worried," he admits, holding out the arm the young French-accented lady had stabbed. "I'm bleeding." You know, that ringing the dinner bell for sharks. He'd love to say he's not afraid of dying, but sharks. Teeth. More Teeth. No. He'd almost rather be stabbed in the eye.
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He'd thought the open deck would be better. Less claustrophobic, less enclosed, but the open air just showed a murky, choppy sea that didn't seem very comforting. More like that 'Nature red in tooth and claw' thing.
"How far do you adapt before you're no longer, well, you anymore?" It was an eerie question: he'd thought of Alex as human though the vast percentage of Alex's body was robotic. But this was inner change, beliefs, core faith.
"I am worried," he admits, holding out the arm the young French-accented lady had stabbed. "I'm bleeding." You know, that ringing the dinner bell for sharks. He'd love to say he's not afraid of dying, but sharks. Teeth. More Teeth. No. He'd almost rather be stabbed in the eye.