Comprehension

[harbors_madness]

True-self is going to be bed, will be fed, needs to be fed. New fuel source, a new material, organic and useful. Will begin to break down immediately, use for fuel to maintain systems and use for building additional. The organic material is rich in substance, can be broken down into many base components that can be rearranged into new more complex

Comments

[loyalty_ever]

Evening fell faster here than he remembered. Maybe. His sense of night and day might never work in planet-cycles again. But work was over, for an interval. And they had results: a decent-sized, crisp stack of whatever wood it was, hard and white.

Food. Or it might be. Until he had an area sufficient for the dragline and they worked out what sort of rock this was under their feet--no obvious fault zone--and get to real fuel. This might work in the meantime.

He'd wanted tell her sooner, but there was never anything to say except wait, wait, a while longer, a little more--the song of his own growing up--and it was so bitter. To play the plate game with her was more than he could stand. So he'd kept silent. Not from anger or apathy, but out of shame.

But now. Now the news was good. Now things would be different.

The feeling that raced up through the console when he touched it was sharp and strong and nameless (she didn't have a word for this feeling, didn't want or like it and he didn't blame her, it was terrible to be alone).

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[harbors_madness]

The immediately feeling that his touch had come upon changed as she heard his voice. The feeling became bright as the sun, cheery and wild. It was a feeling that could be described as joy. Ael was speaking to her, the warmth of his voice and the familiarity of his touch.

She was learning rapidly the speech of organics, and responded more in kind. Organic sample accepted. Process of assimilating: 30% completed. Once 100%, will be able to break down rapidly. Minor use as fuel, other uses more prevalent.