He feels the odd sensation coming over him from the EMP, and nods. It's a feeling he might liken to the hair standing up on the back of his neck, were he human.
"Right." He stands, fluidly despite it being one-legged, and quickly pulls his pants down and off with zero shame. He could have pulled his pant leg up, but that's more awkward. Easier to just get the fabric completely out of the way.
"I know that as an AI, I could be put into an advanced enough ship like that. And Navi could probably be put into my body, and it shouldn't make any difference to us." He flexes his knee, or tries to, but it's a jerky movement that feels like it's scraping along shards of broken components. The two wounds gape, dark and grotesque. "But I guess it really affects how organics treat us all the same. I look human. I'm much easier to treat with respect for some people.
"Would you rather my skin stay on or come off?" he asks, glancing up from the knee. "I can switch it on and off, I mean. I don't have to peel it or anything."
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"Right." He stands, fluidly despite it being one-legged, and quickly pulls his pants down and off with zero shame. He could have pulled his pant leg up, but that's more awkward. Easier to just get the fabric completely out of the way.
"I know that as an AI, I could be put into an advanced enough ship like that. And Navi could probably be put into my body, and it shouldn't make any difference to us." He flexes his knee, or tries to, but it's a jerky movement that feels like it's scraping along shards of broken components. The two wounds gape, dark and grotesque. "But I guess it really affects how organics treat us all the same. I look human. I'm much easier to treat with respect for some people.
"Would you rather my skin stay on or come off?" he asks, glancing up from the knee. "I can switch it on and off, I mean. I don't have to peel it or anything."
...He's not helping.