The being that develops is tall, visually masculine presenting, wearing a long red coat with a heavy fur collar. He has dark hair, light brown eyes, and Japanese features.
But that's all physical attributes- it's not even technically real, since the avatars are only hard light. Still, that doesn't mean he couldn't hurt me if he wanted to, and that's certainly a potential that needs to be addressed, because above all of that, there's the contorted expression on his face.
I'm not great with emotions or the physical representations of them, but even I know fear combined with anger when I see it.
I have a few potential avenues of protecting myself- I could disable the emitter entirely, cutting him off. I could disable just a part of the emitter, making him become less hard light and more just... Light, and thus incapable of hurting me.
But I've changed in the nearly a year it's been since Kouta revived me. My own self-preservation wasn't ever the highest priority on my list, but it did rank rather higher than the agency and emotional distress of others.
Not anymore.
So I scoot my chair away from my desk, lifting my hands off my keyboards and holding them up in a display of non-aggression. His words are threatening, but I hope he'll let me speak more than one or two of these final words.
"Are you alright? I loaded you because you were not responding when in data form. I was concerned that you couldn't."
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Date: 2015-10-05 08:54 am (UTC)But that's all physical attributes- it's not even technically real, since the avatars are only hard light. Still, that doesn't mean he couldn't hurt me if he wanted to, and that's certainly a potential that needs to be addressed, because above all of that, there's the contorted expression on his face.
I'm not great with emotions or the physical representations of them, but even I know fear combined with anger when I see it.
I have a few potential avenues of protecting myself- I could disable the emitter entirely, cutting him off. I could disable just a part of the emitter, making him become less hard light and more just... Light, and thus incapable of hurting me.
But I've changed in the nearly a year it's been since Kouta revived me. My own self-preservation wasn't ever the highest priority on my list, but it did rank rather higher than the agency and emotional distress of others.
Not anymore.
So I scoot my chair away from my desk, lifting my hands off my keyboards and holding them up in a display of non-aggression. His words are threatening, but I hope he'll let me speak more than one or two of these final words.
"Are you alright? I loaded you because you were not responding when in data form. I was concerned that you couldn't."