greetings, programs

Music is the last thing Quorra expected to hear in a Basic med center. It's slow and soft and lovely. For a moment, as she drifts back towards consciousness, she thinks she must be home in Arjia.

And then she remembers.

She was traveling with Ada when they were attacked. Another program helped her fend them off. After that… they came here.

Ada is asleep in the bed next to Quorra's. The medic who helped rescue them sits at a little desk in the corner. Tablets and charts litter the tabletop, but she's engrossed in what looks like a sampler.

Quorra holds her breath as she watches her play. She's beautiful, her dark eyes intense with focus, her mouth quirked in a self-satisfied smile. Her clever hands dance across the keys, weaving notes together in a tapestry of sound. She nods along, feeling the music, and her hair sways with the beat.

Quorra has never seen a Basic show such love for something outside their function. She's never seen a Basic act so much like an ISO. The flood of affection she feels comes on so quickly, it's almost embarrassing. But, these cycles, she takes her joy where she can get it.

After a few micros the music tapers off. Quorra sits up, wincing, and then those lovely dark eyes are on her.

"Can you play it again?" she asks.

himself i suppose

i just made some bullllssshhhiiittt !

haven’t had the time to draw lately : -(.

I personally think they dont need to eat. Just drink some energy and that's enough to them.

🤔 What do you all think?

💥🥏 “I am not a violent dog, I don’t know why I bite.”

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et tu, brute? (a shout out to the biggest traitor of them all ^^^)