The low rumble in his throat is habit, a cursory warning to give him a moment to adjust. He’s waiting for the headaches, the ghost of something reaching a little too deep, but nothing ever comes.
“Used to experimental alien tech.” Well, it’s as complete a sentence as they usually get for him; even before his injury, he wasn’t much for talking. The lack of filter, however, is definitely something new, “half of this shit glitches out anyways.”
The noise stops for a moment, replaced instead by a more concerned rasping from himself, as opposed to the speakers. At least when there’d been an AI to speak for him, the program had been intelligent, and courteous, enough to pick out his intent, as opposed to relaying his words literally.
“How sentient is this thing?” The question comes unbidden, the words catching and crackling from the speaker.
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“Used to experimental alien tech.” Well, it’s as complete a sentence as they usually get for him; even before his injury, he wasn’t much for talking. The lack of filter, however, is definitely something new, “half of this shit glitches out anyways.”
The noise stops for a moment, replaced instead by a more concerned rasping from himself, as opposed to the speakers. At least when there’d been an AI to speak for him, the program had been intelligent, and courteous, enough to pick out his intent, as opposed to relaying his words literally.
“How sentient is this thing?” The question comes unbidden, the words catching and crackling from the speaker.