(He then raises an eyebrow at Luke's remark.)
"Their" arrival? By that, you mean...?
(He then raises an eyebrow at Luke's remark.)
"Their" arrival? By that, you mean...?
(He reaches over to his bedside for his hat and places it on his head, briefly adjusting it for a moment before he's satisfied before he continues.)
(He reaches over to his bedside for his hat and places it on his head, briefly adjusting it for a moment before he's satisfied before he continues.)
“Descole? Civilians?! What on earth are they trying to do now?”
He sits completely upright and begins to push his bed covers aside.
“Descole? Civilians?! What on earth are they trying to do now?”
He sits completely upright and begins to push his bed covers aside.
“Ah. That’s the clever boy I know! I underestimated you. Forgive me, Luke.”
“Ah. That’s the clever boy I know! I underestimated you. Forgive me, Luke.”
Technology is fast advacing, and while computers are a bit outside of my field of knowledge, I wouldn’t be surprised if your human creators could find a way to give you the gift of human sensations to accompany your human intelligence.
Technology is fast advacing, and while computers are a bit outside of my field of knowledge, I wouldn’t be surprised if your human creators could find a way to give you the gift of human sensations to accompany your human intelligence.
(Hershel shifts his gaze to the side for a moment, not wanting to accept what his eyes and ears were telling him.)
I’ve seen firsthand how in some realities Targent is capable of ensnaring the people I love, but… I could never imagine you, of all people… Not like this…
My dear boy…
(Hershel shifts his gaze to the side for a moment, not wanting to accept what his eyes and ears were telling him.)
I’ve seen firsthand how in some realities Targent is capable of ensnaring the people I love, but… I could never imagine you, of all people… Not like this…
My dear boy…
(It sounds familiar, but he can’t match it to any kind of recognizable face as his blurred vision tries to adjust to the man beside him.)
Targent ship crashed… Who…
(It sounds familiar, but he can’t match it to any kind of recognizable face as his blurred vision tries to adjust to the man beside him.)
Targent ship crashed… Who…
As a hologram, do you feel physical sensations when interacting with me? Or does it feel like nothing at all?
…Ahem. Forgive my inquisitiveness. I hope it’s not overwhelming.
As a hologram, do you feel physical sensations when interacting with me? Or does it feel like nothing at all?
…Ahem. Forgive my inquisitiveness. I hope it’s not overwhelming.
(He pauses, his face scrunched up in worry.)
Nonsense, Claire. No matter what, nothing can take your humanity away from you.
(He pauses, his face scrunched up in worry.)
Nonsense, Claire. No matter what, nothing can take your humanity away from you.
The internet is capable of creating sentient life? That's... incredible! While this certainly isn't my first encounter with artificially created life, I've never met an artificial being originating from the internet!
(He is visibly amused, and lets out a small laugh.)
The internet is capable of creating sentient life? That's... incredible! While this certainly isn't my first encounter with artificially created life, I've never met an artificial being originating from the internet!
(He is visibly amused, and lets out a small laugh.)
(He sits up.)
But... What do you mean you "split" yourself?
(He sits up.)
But... What do you mean you "split" yourself?
(Hershel curiously reaches his hand out, confirming Claire's claim as it passes through her fingertips.)
How on earth are you able to do that? Are you some sort of projection?
(Hershel curiously reaches his hand out, confirming Claire's claim as it passes through her fingertips.)
How on earth are you able to do that? Are you some sort of projection?