[It penetrates, a bit-- if there's anyone on the barge she doesn't want to be caught making an ass of herself in front of (and frankly the rest of them can go twiddle their thumbs) it's the AIs. Particularly Rinzler, most familiar in his attitude.]
I AM. In my quarters.
[There's a flurry of preening, of setting herself in order]
I can activate the door; I am compelled to eat plant life, I can find the garden. But what is the POINT! I don't-- I don't have HANDS--! My work! I can't read! I can't do anything!
Re: Private, text/video.
Date: 2011-07-31 06:40 am (UTC)I AM. In my quarters.
[There's a flurry of preening, of setting herself in order]
I can activate the door; I am compelled to eat plant life, I can find the garden. But what is the POINT! I don't-- I don't have HANDS--! My work! I can't read! I can't do anything!