#nephtim

'you are the sun? error. stated conditions impossible. the sun is made of plasma. you appear to be an organic creature. unless ... ' her eyes, amber-ruby, gravitate to his hair. 'your antennae is used to photosynthesize?'

     ❝INCORRECT. YOUR OBSERVATION NEEDS work if you cannot tell that I am the sun.❞ Not that anyone would look at him and automatically think of that giant ball of fire in the sky. Anytime he explained how he and the sun were intricately connected, it seemed to fly over most people's heads. That was fine. It was information too vast for the small minds of mere mortals, after all. This stranger spoke a lot like Altera did when he thought about it. That strange robotic way of going about things... Ozymandias could honestly say he was feeling a bit of deja vu. Blinking a couple of times, he stared blankly at the other come her latter words, his hand almost lifting to touch this 'antennae' she spoke of. ❝That...that is just my hair...❞