She stands on her tiptoes, trying to get a good look, but eventually draws him over to the bed. "Sit."
He does, and she takes a moment to examine what's in front of her. "Some day," she muses, "I would love to see your schematics. And that's not a euphemism."
She thumbs the sonic screwdriver to life.
"Diagnostic first. This might tickle."
The green light plays over the circuits and she takes a moment to skim the readout. A few moments go by as she assesses what she's seeing.
"Your neural net is amazingly advanced for 24th century technology. Quite impressive. I see you have the capacity for all the possible emotive permutations. Whoa. What on -- that's not standard. Have you been modified by a technology outside your own?"
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He does, and she takes a moment to examine what's in front of her. "Some day," she muses, "I would love to see your schematics. And that's not a euphemism."
She thumbs the sonic screwdriver to life.
"Diagnostic first. This might tickle."
The green light plays over the circuits and she takes a moment to skim the readout. A few moments go by as she assesses what she's seeing.
"Your neural net is amazingly advanced for 24th century technology. Quite impressive. I see you have the capacity for all the possible emotive permutations. Whoa. What on -- that's not standard. Have you been modified by a technology outside your own?"