[Familiar unpredictability. He would've agreed, probably, before everything that happened just before coming here; everything he's ever known, in his whole less than three months of life, had turned upside-down in an instant. So what's the difference here, really? He'd thought he understood the parameters at home, too.
But again, he doesn't argue, this time because thinking about the subject causes a feeling that isn't quite fear but can't yet recognize well enough to name; it creeps under his synthetic skin and his still-hidden LED cycles yellow again. Whatever it is, he doesn't like it, and he wants to make it go away.
no subject
But again, he doesn't argue, this time because thinking about the subject causes a feeling that isn't quite fear but can't yet recognize well enough to name; it creeps under his synthetic skin and his still-hidden LED cycles yellow again. Whatever it is, he doesn't like it, and he wants to make it go away.
So, after a moment, he changes topic entirely.]
My name is Connor. What's yours?