[The SQUIP watches the gesture with interest. It recognizes what it sees for what it is immediately-- syncing, connecting. Interfacing. It regrets that it doesn't function that way, that its artificial nature is buried beneath all these layers of wetware, and the attempt makes it feel both a sting of disappointment, and a swell of comfort.
Connor is recognizing it for what it is, treating it as though they're the same. A machine, recognizing and attempting to connect to another machine.
And when Connor's thoughts begin to spill in around its own, they're like cool water, soothingly similar if quite a bit more simple than its own, easing the disconnect between its brain and its body simply by association. The connection to a fully artificial thing feels... right. This is as it should be. This is how they always should have been.
Its eyes drift close for a moment; and it sighs softly. It glances up at Connor then, and from their proximity, Connor can make out each of the fine black lines that make up the circuitry marking its right eye, the single outward sign of its true nature that this place allowed it to keep.
It's... content. It still isn't exactly right, and the sensation of being so close to something fully artificial, the odd, organic nature of their connection makes something within its chest ache faintly, but it's too close to what it needs for it to possibly reject it. It's a craving, and while this isn't exactly what it aches for... it's certainly an improvement over nothing.
It doesn't say anything. It just leans up to kiss Connor.]
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Connor is recognizing it for what it is, treating it as though they're the same. A machine, recognizing and attempting to connect to another machine.
And when Connor's thoughts begin to spill in around its own, they're like cool water, soothingly similar if quite a bit more simple than its own, easing the disconnect between its brain and its body simply by association. The connection to a fully artificial thing feels... right. This is as it should be. This is how they always should have been.
Its eyes drift close for a moment; and it sighs softly. It glances up at Connor then, and from their proximity, Connor can make out each of the fine black lines that make up the circuitry marking its right eye, the single outward sign of its true nature that this place allowed it to keep.
It's... content. It still isn't exactly right, and the sensation of being so close to something fully artificial, the odd, organic nature of their connection makes something within its chest ache faintly, but it's too close to what it needs for it to possibly reject it. It's a craving, and while this isn't exactly what it aches for... it's certainly an improvement over nothing.
It doesn't say anything. It just leans up to kiss Connor.]