Hmmm... [Another too-heavy shift of the body, as he settles shoulders and back against the desk. The better to stay somewhat upright with minimal attention paid to it, while he assesses. (Couldn't he automate that? (Remembering how takes time - later.))
His actual memories... They seem vague and distant, still. Existing in the void, the light perceivable only in the contrast with true dark, yet not alone - never alone. The stars burning... and then, later, somehow mortal. Driven by a need to help, to fix, yet feeling incapable of all that they needed to do, a depression that filled the mind with the minutiae of life as skeletons until all those little things seemed essential... And later, with rust breaking just enough cracks into the body to let him remember again. Needing to help, to fix, restored - doing what he could with this body, researching to help Sans better see how to nudge people to better emotions and thoughts and so improve their lives... It feels real, and incomplete.]
It's not... rejecting it. [This is a surprise and a relief, somehow - had he expected it to? Maybe because the body's so material now, its only magic in the charge and soul. At least all the extra processing power is helping him think more clearly, encompassing multiple thoughts simultaneously. Whether it's up to proper quantum... He pokes at one of the recent glowing texts, trying to make sense of it. It sings, and something in the torso whirrs with air in harmony, but...] Hey, send me another glowing text. I don't... I'm not sure how to do that back.
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His actual memories... They seem vague and distant, still. Existing in the void, the light perceivable only in the contrast with true dark, yet not alone - never alone. The stars burning... and then, later, somehow mortal. Driven by a need to help, to fix, yet feeling incapable of all that they needed to do, a depression that filled the mind with the minutiae of life as skeletons until all those little things seemed essential... And later, with rust breaking just enough cracks into the body to let him remember again. Needing to help, to fix, restored - doing what he could with this body, researching to help Sans better see how to nudge people to better emotions and thoughts and so improve their lives... It feels real, and incomplete.]
It's not... rejecting it. [This is a surprise and a relief, somehow - had he expected it to? Maybe because the body's so material now, its only magic in the charge and soul. At least all the extra processing power is helping him think more clearly, encompassing multiple thoughts simultaneously. Whether it's up to proper quantum... He pokes at one of the recent glowing texts, trying to make sense of it. It sings, and something in the torso whirrs with air in harmony, but...] Hey, send me another glowing text. I don't... I'm not sure how to do that back.