!w68jcmPgR6 03/03/11(Thu)20:22 No.14117261|
>> Part 7
Found pulled herself mentally together, the complex weaves she put into her mind seemed to have unravel unbidden when she looked away, but she forced her mind hand into being. Reaching out she entered the specialist’s mind. Mentally she raised an eyebrow. She had taken Ender’s statement about mental pollution to be some sort of phobic sneer, but he spoke the truth. His mind—well his active mind—was a hollow expanse, blanked of emotion, of drive, of idle thought. It wasn’t the void of a droid or corpse, but a pushing aside, a muting of what made a mind a mind, an almost trance-like state. She could feel his thoughts like unseen eyes hiding in the shadows, slowly encroaching back on the territory they had been driven from.
Her eyebrow did quirk at that: a neat trick, or a curse. Keeping her mind-hand there, she examined her own thoughts. She could take all these memories, feelings, and emotions and dash them to the curb if she wanted, to wipe them off the table and become some cold unfeeling creature, no better then an emergent AI. But she would lose more then her humanity, she would her… “xenanity” as well. Domino and the Family used emotions just as well, perhaps better, than their human counterparts and she would alienate them if she did that. And that was the last thing she would do. They were the only ones who loved her.
Her thoughts turning morose, Found idly ran a hand along the railing. “You seem to be very forthcoming with your opinions, Specialist. So tell me, what do you think I am?” She punctuated the question with a level stare at him, her blue and red eyes peering out of an emotionless mask.