rezolution ( sam flynn. )
HUNDREDS OF YEARS’ worth of time to teach a computer program about the nuances of humanity, and the old man still hadn’t managed to hit everything. Makes Sam wonder what exactly they did spend all their time talking about in that little bunker out in the middle of nowhere. And how his dad had still seemed so… sane.
❛ Uh, yeah, ❜ he tells her, glancing over her shoulder at the words on the page. ❛ It’s theater, right? So, there’s this old superstition that you tell someone in theater to break a leg when you’re wishing them good luck. I have no idea where it comes from. ❜
“ metaphors. reading them in a book is one thing, but hearing them outside of this context? ” there’s a small pause and a glimpse of innocence in quorra’s eyes when a bright idea comes to mind. although her shyness is dominant with the creator’s son, the iso simply cannot avoid the enjoyment of seeing sam flynn smile.
& so girl inches her position closer to his, analyzing yet another piece of paper from encom. “ maybe we should tell them to break a leg. edward dillinger, especially .” quorra understood the explanation, but remains forever naive to relish a moment of happiness.











