6O has never once taken the prohibition to heart. If emotions were truly prohibited, why would any of them have been programmed with them in the first place?
To feel 2B hug her back - however awkwardly - just gives the warmth strength, and she bites her lip against a sob. 6O has so much she wants to say to 2B, and yet, here they are in a place where sound is prohibited. So eventually she pulls back enough that they can look at each other. Though her eyes glitter with tears, she smiles brightly, truly happy to see 6O.
She lifts her hands, and they tremble just slightly as she signs.
'I had a terrible dream before waking up here. I dreamed that Home got a virus. You tried to warn the Commander, but it was too late. I think you escaped.'
Thinks but isn't certain; it was hard to be certain of anything amid the distortions of the Logic Virus. But... she hopes she's correct and that 2B and 9S escaped. They're both here, after all. She isn't quite sure why she is, too, but 6O prefers not to question that.
The trembling is a little worse there, and she pauses to collect herself, biting her lip. It's difficult to restrain herself from making noise. The Command Room was always filled with sound - reports filing in and out, alerts, the perpetual chatter of Operators to their assigned units. Only in their private quarters was it ever quiet, really, and even then the quiet hum of stations' systems was ever-present.
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To feel 2B hug her back - however awkwardly - just gives the warmth strength, and she bites her lip against a sob. 6O has so much she wants to say to 2B, and yet, here they are in a place where sound is prohibited. So eventually she pulls back enough that they can look at each other. Though her eyes glitter with tears, she smiles brightly, truly happy to see 6O.
She lifts her hands, and they tremble just slightly as she signs.
'I had a terrible dream before waking up here. I dreamed that Home got a virus. You tried to warn the Commander, but it was too late. I think you escaped.'
Thinks but isn't certain; it was hard to be certain of anything amid the distortions of the Logic Virus. But... she hopes she's correct and that 2B and 9S escaped. They're both here, after all. She isn't quite sure why she is, too, but 6O prefers not to question that.
The trembling is a little worse there, and she pauses to collect herself, biting her lip. It's difficult to restrain herself from making noise. The Command Room was always filled with sound - reports filing in and out, alerts, the perpetual chatter of Operators to their assigned units. Only in their private quarters was it ever quiet, really, and even then the quiet hum of stations' systems was ever-present.
'I'm so glad to see you again!'