[IG-11's memory file is recent. Its sensory data is... vivid, even secondhand. A Cyberlife model would have combusted entirely long before reaching the mouth of the tunnel, but IG-11's construction is surprisingly durable.
As Connor immediately discovers firsthand.
Hard metal digs into his wrist—compressing the plastic exoskeleton, and dragging Connor's focus swiftly from the interface. The yellow flicker of his LED picks up, frame stilling as his face goes blank. Connor's had more than one recent experience with compression, and he finds himself acutely recalling the durability threshold of his own frame.
The pressure is localized, though. The request is—reasonable. He accedes with a clipped, stiff nod, shuttering the interface.]
Understood.
[With his wrist trapped, Connor can't draw back, but skin crawls over his hand, fingers opening. He stares silently at the other android's optics, waiting for it to do the same.]
no subject
As Connor immediately discovers firsthand.
Hard metal digs into his wrist—compressing the plastic exoskeleton, and dragging Connor's focus swiftly from the interface. The yellow flicker of his LED picks up, frame stilling as his face goes blank. Connor's had more than one recent experience with compression, and he finds himself acutely recalling the durability threshold of his own frame.
The pressure is localized, though. The request is—reasonable. He accedes with a clipped, stiff nod, shuttering the interface.]
Understood.
[With his wrist trapped, Connor can't draw back, but skin crawls over his hand, fingers opening. He stares silently at the other android's optics, waiting for it to do the same.]