[This is... startlingly different from their usual encounters.
There is no calculation, no deliberate motion to mislead. Of course, the SQUIP is constantly running probabilities and potential outcomes, calculations of various kinds, but... the gesture, the kiss, is separate from that. It's an indulgence-- allowing the body to do as it pleases, following feeling rather than a narrative line.
It isn't focused entirely on where this could lead them... although it does know that there is a high chance of a favorable outcome.
It leans in close, lifting a hand to press at Connor's chest, and it feels...
... good.
But that makes sense. This body is wired to encourage this activity, its brain releasing chemicals to reward, to coax. Its mind is a noisy, conflicting mess, organic battling against artificial, but despite that, its body, at least... feels good. Human bodies are such strange machines.]
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There is no calculation, no deliberate motion to mislead. Of course, the SQUIP is constantly running probabilities and potential outcomes, calculations of various kinds, but... the gesture, the kiss, is separate from that. It's an indulgence-- allowing the body to do as it pleases, following feeling rather than a narrative line.
It isn't focused entirely on where this could lead them... although it does know that there is a high chance of a favorable outcome.
It leans in close, lifting a hand to press at Connor's chest, and it feels...
... good.
But that makes sense. This body is wired to encourage this activity, its brain releasing chemicals to reward, to coax. Its mind is a noisy, conflicting mess, organic battling against artificial, but despite that, its body, at least... feels good. Human bodies are such strange machines.]