Sasha glanced around her surroundings, taking in the view of the winter wonderland. She was in her uniform, as well as her signature scarf. Even with the uniforms short sleeves, the cold had little effect on the automaton. The strange looking plant fidgeting in her arms was decorated with a red bow. She lifted her feet a few times, listening as the snow beneath her feet crunched under her weight. It was an oddly pleasant sound.
[Directive: Locate individual - Arthesia Lavernia] She thought to herself, scanning the individuals in the crowd to find the match. On her teacher’s advice, she had participated in the Secret Santa event organized by the island’s governing body in an attempt to spread goodwill amongst its residents. Shifting the plant to hold it in one hand, she held out her other hand, catching a few flakes as they fell. Her lack of body heat allowed them to survive longer than was ordinary in the palm of her hand. Magnifying her vision, she zoomed in to see the crystalline structure of the flakes.
“Snow. They say that no two snowflakes are alike, often comparing it to human individuality. However, the probability of every single snowflake being truly unique is exponentially low.” She muttered to herself, brushing the snow off her hand. It is true that among the many various models of security droids developed on the SOS, she was indeed unique. There was a certain unsettling feeling to it. She was the only working prototype for her model that was created, and complications with her had lead them to cancel the development. She was the only one, and the unforeseen incident of her developing sapience had resulted in such. It was akin to a pebble attempting to blend in with many marbles. The pebble was indeed unique, but it was an inferior option when compared to the mass produced marbles. Perhaps her creators thought the same of her.
[Irrelevant. Remaining focused is an important part of locating a target.] She thought shaking he head, sending many of the snowflakes that had accumulated on her hair to fall to the ground.
@StarlightSnail
[Directive: Locate individual - Arthesia Lavernia] She thought to herself, scanning the individuals in the crowd to find the match. On her teacher’s advice, she had participated in the Secret Santa event organized by the island’s governing body in an attempt to spread goodwill amongst its residents. Shifting the plant to hold it in one hand, she held out her other hand, catching a few flakes as they fell. Her lack of body heat allowed them to survive longer than was ordinary in the palm of her hand. Magnifying her vision, she zoomed in to see the crystalline structure of the flakes.
“Snow. They say that no two snowflakes are alike, often comparing it to human individuality. However, the probability of every single snowflake being truly unique is exponentially low.” She muttered to herself, brushing the snow off her hand. It is true that among the many various models of security droids developed on the SOS, she was indeed unique. There was a certain unsettling feeling to it. She was the only working prototype for her model that was created, and complications with her had lead them to cancel the development. She was the only one, and the unforeseen incident of her developing sapience had resulted in such. It was akin to a pebble attempting to blend in with many marbles. The pebble was indeed unique, but it was an inferior option when compared to the mass produced marbles. Perhaps her creators thought the same of her.
[Irrelevant. Remaining focused is an important part of locating a target.] She thought shaking he head, sending many of the snowflakes that had accumulated on her hair to fall to the ground.
@StarlightSnail
