Authors Note: Dreamscape is a semi-disconnected series of mini-fic, based on the internal works of several of my characters. Expect Infrequent Updates
Yes, Yes They Do
Sylpheed didn't dream in the usual sense. Not that she actually needed sleep either, but sometimes it was useful to go into standby, and let her AI go into free-association mode. It appeared to need the release.. and certainly seemed to have an unusual sense of humour.
Yes, humour, that must have been it. When she was fully conscious, she couldn't provide any other explanation for the images of her standing on a rooftop, counting the passing of several fully-armed and operational, lightning-spewing, and most definitely woolly and baa-ing cyborgs...
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Authors Note: Dreamscape is a semi-disconnected series of mini-fic, based on the internal works of several of my characters. Expect Infrequent Updates
Yes, Yes They Do
Sylpheed didn't dream in the usual sense. Not that she actually needed sleep either, but sometimes it was useful to go into standby, and let her AI go into free-association mode. It appeared to need the release.. and certainly seemed to have an unusual sense of humour.
Yes, humour, that must have been it. When she was fully conscious, she couldn't provide any other explanation for the images of her standing on a rooftop, counting the passing of several fully-armed and operational, lightning-spewing, and most definitely woolly and baa-ing cyborgs...
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.