[ In the cool space of the cockpit where she's working, she settles herself on the ground, crosses her legs below her and settles into the feeling of weightlessness, and it's that she turns around in her mind and into theirs, extends it like it's her own hand, she is so much more real in her own mind than in her body. Looks for the space of their thoughts to twine her fingers through. When she has it, she breathes in deeply. ]
(Give me a moment. )
[ Though it's a little bit more giving of herself, than it had been before, and she sighs gently, quiet, echoes through a hundred different machines. Her own private multitude. Takes particular care, she gives them -- light, warmth, the detachment from the physical that comes with being above and beyond and apart that she is when she's working. Nothing touches her, she is not solid, more real when she is immaterial, weightless and ebbing back and forth, wandering as far as thoughts can take them, -- and she will help them, she is watching over them. Skims over their thoughts and their feelings with no more than a brush of fingers. Polite as if she were settling into a conversation with them, sharing a mind didn't give her leave to pry after all. Just there isn't much helping it.
Even so, it's -- too much, no no, hard, doesn't want to treat them like programs, ( mean more than that, they are all survival and cruelty and life and - beats hard inside of her chest, hurts as much as she wants, to be close to others, all smothered longing, - ) it's just that is the safest way to keep this from becoming overwhelming.
Old words, old lines, but it only helps to make the tone practised. Even. Commands she gives, if gently, and when she opens her eyes again, she does it through theirs in turn. It feels much, almost too much, how they see, -- and that is it, right now, Cathaway was right, this is more than anything she understood, she is now they and right now it is exactly literal, and she bleeds her knowledge out of her. It seems fair, for learning just how it was to see through another's eyes. Their shades, their perceptions. It is bright and trills down her spine like bird song all high and clear in her throat. ]
(Alright, I have you both now. I can see. When you're ready, start making your way towards what you need to access and we'll begin. )
[ Granted this will be easier than helping half the programmers in Hyperion, she can just feed them directly what they need to know with her own understanding, no trying to describe strange concepts. ]
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( Give me a moment. )
[ Though it's a little bit more giving of herself, than it had been before, and she sighs gently, quiet, echoes through a hundred different machines. Her own private multitude. Takes particular care, she gives them -- light, warmth, the detachment from the physical that comes with being above and beyond and apart that she is when she's working. Nothing touches her, she is not solid, more real when she is immaterial, weightless and ebbing back and forth, wandering as far as thoughts can take them, -- and she will help them, she is watching over them. Skims over their thoughts and their feelings with no more than a brush of fingers. Polite as if she were settling into a conversation with them, sharing a mind didn't give her leave to pry after all. Just there isn't much helping it.
Even so, it's -- too much, no no, hard, doesn't want to treat them like programs, ( mean more than that, they are all survival and cruelty and life and - beats hard inside of her chest, hurts as much as she wants, to be close to others, all smothered longing, - ) it's just that is the safest way to keep this from becoming overwhelming.
Old words, old lines, but it only helps to make the tone practised. Even. Commands she gives, if gently, and when she opens her eyes again, she does it through theirs in turn. It feels much, almost too much, how they see, -- and that is it, right now, Cathaway was right, this is more than anything she understood, she is now they and right now it is exactly literal, and she bleeds her knowledge out of her. It seems fair, for learning just how it was to see through another's eyes. Their shades, their perceptions. It is bright and trills down her spine like bird song all high and clear in her throat. ]
( Alright, I have you both now. I can see. When you're ready, start making your way towards what you need to access and we'll begin. )
[ Granted this will be easier than helping half the programmers in Hyperion, she can just feed them directly what they need to know with her own understanding, no trying to describe strange concepts. ]