[At first, Frill doesn't notice anything amiss. There's just the dim flicker of... relief, maybe? That the flames had burned out enough of her "input devices" so that they felt pleasantly warm instead of hot.
Then she opens her eyes, and realizes she has eyelids to open again, and optical jelly to see with. Her neck swivels back and forth on its literal pivot as she blinks extremely cutely, like how she was programmed and taught to, cocking her head to the side at Camellia's question once she registers her presence.
Frill has never seen this many people in one place. She knew, logically, that there were plenty of researchers bustling about her dads' workplace at all hours of the day and night, but she never got to see them, even over the cameras. It was always her, her dad, her other dad, and Azusa, and-
Suffice to say, even for a hyperintelligent AI, it's overwhelming.]
Mmm, [she mutters, scuffing her feet and wincing at the heat as she realizes that "cute" gesture only ratcheted up her pain signals. Should she even be acting like they hurt? She was just an AI. But "inputs" were all she had, when it came down to it. Especially after being confined to the dark place for so long.] Is this...
[Frill had always been skeptical of the idea of a "soul," mostly because her dads were equally dismissive of it, and while she had nothing to do but be existential for those years in the dark place, that doesn't necessarily mean she liked it.
But still, Frill remembers one thing that her dad told her, laughing sarcastically when Frill asked him why she wasn't allowed to leave, like he had been expecting the question.
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Then she opens her eyes, and realizes she has eyelids to open again, and optical jelly to see with. Her neck swivels back and forth on its literal pivot as she blinks extremely cutely, like how she was programmed and taught to, cocking her head to the side at Camellia's question once she registers her presence.
Frill has never seen this many people in one place. She knew, logically, that there were plenty of researchers bustling about her dads' workplace at all hours of the day and night, but she never got to see them, even over the cameras. It was always her, her dad, her other dad,
and Azusa, and-Suffice to say, even for a hyperintelligent AI, it's overwhelming.]
Mmm, [she mutters, scuffing her feet and wincing at the heat as she realizes that "cute" gesture only ratcheted up her pain signals. Should she even be acting like they hurt? She was just an AI. But "inputs" were all she had, when it came down to it. Especially after being confined to the dark place for so long.] Is this...
[Frill had always been skeptical of the idea of a "soul," mostly because her dads were equally dismissive of it, and while she had nothing to do but be existential for those years in the dark place, that doesn't necessarily mean she liked it.
But still, Frill remembers one thing that her dad told her, laughing sarcastically when Frill asked him why she wasn't allowed to leave, like he had been expecting the question.
"Hell is other people."]
Is this... Hell?