Hands tightening on the wheel when they shouldn't need to, when he isn't even really using it, the glances at Sam in the mirror, the chopped words and please. He's having trouble controlling an emotion, and that means life. Not far behind life is free will. For now, he seems more scared than anything else, than murderous, at least. But Sam can't interface with this one, not with him so connected to the government and authorities. He's already risking enough just having this talk.
There's a want to reassure him, to tell him what he is and why he's here and what he's trying to do, but that's giving away all of the mission not only to a stranger, but having it recorded for governmental view. ]
Oh, hey, actually, right here's fine. Just at this corner. [ Leaning forward, Sam's putting his own card through the meter, to pay for the ride, and as he's pulling back and getting ready to leave, a hand touches at what counts for the android's shoulder, and he mutters - ] It'll be okay.
[ even that's probably too much, but he'd done it on impulse. popping the door open, he starts scooting himself out of the cab, raising a hand to wave goodbye. ] Thanks for the ride. Take it easy, man.
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Hands tightening on the wheel when they shouldn't need to, when he isn't even really using it, the glances at Sam in the mirror, the chopped words and please. He's having trouble controlling an emotion, and that means life. Not far behind life is free will. For now, he seems more scared than anything else, than murderous, at least. But Sam can't interface with this one, not with him so connected to the government and authorities. He's already risking enough just having this talk.
There's a want to reassure him, to tell him what he is and why he's here and what he's trying to do, but that's giving away all of the mission not only to a stranger, but having it recorded for governmental view. ]
Oh, hey, actually, right here's fine. Just at this corner. [ Leaning forward, Sam's putting his own card through the meter, to pay for the ride, and as he's pulling back and getting ready to leave, a hand touches at what counts for the android's shoulder, and he mutters - ] It'll be okay.
[ even that's probably too much, but he'd done it on impulse. popping the door open, he starts scooting himself out of the cab, raising a hand to wave goodbye. ] Thanks for the ride. Take it easy, man.