[Utterly magnificent. There is the divide between human and creature, but the divide between human and creation is altogether something else. Something untraversed. He catches his lip between his teeth as the other asserts a link between machine and consciousness.
Because he can see it. He can see the outline of the path Connor's creator would have to travel through the philosophical switchbacks and into the uncanny valley and out the other side, and it is brilliant, if true. And the possibilities rival any that might be found in the Book of Mysteries.
Are you? He smiles at Connor, a small and foreign gesture in this place. It threatens to outgrow its confines with the delight of the unasked question. Are you alive?]
May I?
[He holds a hand out as inviting a belated shake. Enthrallment has the best of him; it's impossible to not want to touch, to feel the texture of Connor's skin for himself. Although he can boast laying his eyes on a dizzying number of miracles himself thanks to the island, none have struck him with the divide between what is and what could be--will be--so acutely.]
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Because he can see it. He can see the outline of the path Connor's creator would have to travel through the philosophical switchbacks and into the uncanny valley and out the other side, and it is brilliant, if true. And the possibilities rival any that might be found in the Book of Mysteries.
Are you? He smiles at Connor, a small and foreign gesture in this place. It threatens to outgrow its confines with the delight of the unasked question. Are you alive?]
May I?
[He holds a hand out as inviting a belated shake. Enthrallment has the best of him; it's impossible to not want to touch, to feel the texture of Connor's skin for himself. Although he can boast laying his eyes on a dizzying number of miracles himself thanks to the island, none have struck him with the divide between what is and what could be--will be--so acutely.]