[Wash nods slowly. Right. Delta. The thing--er, AI--had a name. He has to admit, he's a little curious about it; about the AI itself, and what it's like to have it...you know, in your head. York said weird, and there was little doubt in Wash's mind that that was entirely true.]
I bet. Is it... [He pauses, then steps a little further into the room, toward York. His eyes continue to flit back and forth between the freelancer and the AI, but they rest on York when he starts to speak again.] ...What's it like?
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Date: 2012-08-15 11:40 pm (UTC)I bet. Is it... [He pauses, then steps a little further into the room, toward York. His eyes continue to flit back and forth between the freelancer and the AI, but they rest on York when he starts to speak again.] ...What's it like?