[He watches each fraction of movement on Ada’s part, seamless and likely perfect to the nearest micron, if not smaller. She displays it so naturally, likely without even the faintest amount of conscious thought toward her physical construction, even as a prototype. None of it escapes him. He doesn’t know if it’s strange to marvel at it at every instance, but he does it anyway, unable to stop even as adorable as the piglet becomes at the gentle affection Ada gifts it.
(What does she see? What does she feel?)]
Yeah. I think so too. [Idly.
He joins her on the ground, arms crossed as he leans on his arm in their direction, though whether to be nearer to her or the baby boar, he isn’t sure. After a moment's pause he continues,]
Have you ever felt that way before? Like you’re doing something that matters.
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(What does she see? What does she feel?)]
Yeah. I think so too. [Idly.
He joins her on the ground, arms crossed as he leans on his arm in their direction, though whether to be nearer to her or the baby boar, he isn’t sure. After a moment's pause he continues,]
Have you ever felt that way before? Like you’re doing something that matters.