merryeccentricities

Cubefall was--

Cubefall had been--

Well.

Joly had been a robot. A very pleased robot. And it hadn't occurred to him before he decided to be a robot that it would be...

well. If he had words for what he hadn't expected that would be something at least. But all he has are questions; and the questions he has, about sensation and spirit and change and desire, are not the sort of questions he's used to considering. He doesn't even know how to start.

But he has friends who are used to such questions, or something like them. And that's why he's pushing open the ever-unlocked door to the red-painted room.

"Bahorel? Prouvaire?"