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turquoise gaze remains fixed on the screen, assessing data from the most recent run of the simulated universe. to most, this would seem to be an inconclusive run- an unclear result. but where herta values the limitless probabilities, she finds value in the apparent sentience these simulated aeons have. what path led to them appearing as they did? what choices attracted their focus? it is the closest they will ever be to observing an aeon. they must dig deeper. the must know what led to the birth of these cosmic titans. how... why?
" let's break for tea. " tapping once on the screen to pause for now. she makes a mental note to return to a specific point... later. they can discuss it together; herta's input was quite valuable more often than not. for now, she's begun to crave something sweet. strawberries perhaps, or maybe lemon... hm. // rm for herta :)
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā how dreadfully dull it would be if all answers simply unveiled themselves without struggle.Ā if understanding came as effortlessly as breathing.Ā noĀ āĀ there must always be a challenge.Ā for what else was intellect without something to test its mettle?Ā even if it meant running the same simulation an exasperating number of times.Ā Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā at present, her attentionĀ āĀ keen,Ā sharp,Ā and utterly consuming when she deigned to focus itĀ Ā āĀ was fixed 'pon the droidhead in this particular simulation.Ā and yet,Ā as ever,Ā the simulated aha had other ideas.Ā a nuisance,Ā a distraction.Ā a shame.Ā how more thrilling it would have been if idrila had appeared instead.Ā now that would have been something worthy of her interest.Ā something that might have held her attention for longer than the usual fleeting moments before boredom crept in.Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā her fingers hovered over the button,Ā the temptation to restart flickering through her mind.Ā she could have easily lost herself in the loops of endless experimentation.Ā but then,Ā the presence of ruan mei served as a reminder that even geniuses require their moments of reprieve.Ā with an almost theatrical grace,Ā she rose from her chair.Ā her voice filled with effortless certainty of one who expected the universe itself to accommodate her whims.Ā Ā āĀ Ā tea should be done by now.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā and as if on cue,Ā one of her many puppetsĀ Ā āĀ a charming replica of her own visageĀ Ā āĀ scuttled forth,Ā placing two delicate cups 'pon the table accompanied by a tray of small cakes.Ā Ā āĀ Ā while i am sure you must have enjoyed the cake i made last time,Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā she mused,Ā Ā āĀ Ā asta recommended these.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā across the table,Ā ruan mei was more than capable of reaching for a cake herself,Ā yet herta picked up a tiny fork,Ā holding it aloft for her.Ā