𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

The lightness of her step was certainly to be commended. Undoubtedly, her approach would have been just as undetectable to human ears as she imagined. But, of course, /he/ wasn’t human. His own senses were quite sharp, and decades of necessity had made him rather adept at-

There is an inexplicable gratification to be found in the act of teaching. As a field scientist, the opportunity to do so has never necessarily been out of reach. She has spoken at universities, shared her knowledge on broad scales, to hundreds of students, taken their questions+

Processors seem to experience the briefest delay. A momentary failure of her system. That grin… It spurs irritation, annoyance that shows clearly in her face. A strange confusion as well, though this remains private. “‘Course you wouldn’t,”+

“You can come closer…” The synthetic invited, his voice slowed and softened by concentration. He never looked up from his paper, he didn’t need to. He knew she was there. “I could draw you, if you like. I’ve been working primarily from memory. I could use a model…”