Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder...

[leapfromgreat]

WHO: Hikaru Sulu and YOU.
WHAT: Making snow men aw yeah.
WHERE: Seattle
WHEN: After this post.
WARNINGS: snowmen.

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[sheisatriumph]

[All her working parts are insulated to much colder temperatures than this but it still makes her bristle stepping outside. It was just so... open... She picks her way down the front steps, rubbing her cheek where ink from her fingers has transferred. Spotting Sulu she wanders over to him.]

... I've come to make snowmen. Apparently.

[leapfromgreat]

[ Sulu actually hadn't thought anyone would come out to join him. He flashes Glados a smile, dropping the snow in his hands as he straightened up. ]

Come on out then. We'll get started.

[sheisatriumph]

[She picks her way out into the snow from the walk, pulling her feet a bit too far up after each step like a dog unfamiliar with walking in snow. She gets herself used to it quickly enough though and by the time she's next to Sulu she's scooped up a handful and started packing it tight between her fingers.]

This is so strange. I've experienced snow before, but I erased my memories of it to make room for data.

It's been a long time since I've felt 'deja vu'. It's not very pleasant, really.

[leapfromgreat]

Are you going to erase this?

[ He crouches down to start rolling a snowball around in the snow at his feet, to form the lower part of a snowman body. She's strange, in a lot of ways, but Sulu's seen stranger. He's co-habitated with stranger. She doesn't phase him. ]

[sheisatriumph]

Perhaps. I suppose it depends on how valuable I find the data later.

[she crouches beside him and starts to roll up her own ball, until she's got a pretty decent sized one]

Don't you ever find your little organic brain to be cramped and disorganized? Things you wish you could delete perhaps?

[leapfromgreat]

[ Sulu considers her question for a minute, packing the snow with his hands carefully. ]

No. There are some things I'd like to forget, yeah, but I don't think my mind is disorganized.

[sheisatriumph]

You do not worry about it being prone to organic failures? Degenerative diseases? Mental illnesses? Human bot fly larvae?

[she starts rolling up a second ball following his lead]

My remaining organic tissue is encased in radiation-proof lead plating to prevent animals accessing it should my battery power or motion programming fail me and leave me stranded.

[leapfromgreat]

[ He takes an inordinate amount of time to start making his second ball of snow, smoothing it and packing it with an overabundance of caution. ]

I don't worry about any of that. I don't expect to live long enough for it to be a problem.

[ He hasn't ever said that outloud. It feels strange, telling that fundamental thought to a complete stranger. ]