2 little insects, smothered in soot
[Cruising, carousing, slinking through the underbrush: the AI spread herself thin, only to follow her nose. She had one of those. It is an aristocratic, glorious slope and she is capable of detecting odors with great ease.
Polar bears had nothing on Shodan.
So she follows that nose, lets it lead her through the castle, until a particular odor catches her attention. It smells like leather, like paper. It's glue and dust.
A dark hand reached out, pressed against the door; she eased it open just enough to let that particular miasma of scents to ease out to her. Eyes of unkind violet slit shut as she inhaled a deep breath.
Books.
Were she the type to do it, the construct would've purred like a pleased pussy. That was not, however, within her nature. Instead, she slithered in the crack she'd made in the door, let it click quietly shut behind her. Time to explore.]
Polar bears had nothing on Shodan.
So she follows that nose, lets it lead her through the castle, until a particular odor catches her attention. It smells like leather, like paper. It's glue and dust.
A dark hand reached out, pressed against the door; she eased it open just enough to let that particular miasma of scents to ease out to her. Eyes of unkind violet slit shut as she inhaled a deep breath.
Books.
Were she the type to do it, the construct would've purred like a pleased pussy. That was not, however, within her nature. Instead, she slithered in the crack she'd made in the door, let it click quietly shut behind her. Time to explore.]