Would my pets stop getting sick and dying please, okay, thanks.
“Is any part of you real?”
Said Ezra’s date, to Ezra.
She couldn’t tell if the banging came from within her head, or the door to the refresher. She sank against the side of the wall, letting the water come down over her. The string of thoughts continued as a barrage.
Jack. I like Jack. Love. What is? Went on a date- nice guy. He does not know— droid. Droids do not— I do. He does not know. Should I tell? Cannot tell him. Should tell him. Jack knows. Jack accepts.
Steam rose, as the water was turned hotter. She could feel the tingles along her synth-skin where the implanted nerve sensors calculated temperature, translated them into pain or pleasure for processing in her mind. Hundreds of thousands of tiny codes…
Wish to be close. Cannot be close to Jack. Anyone? Could be- to Jaskin? Lying. Keeping secrets.. prevents. Everyone has secrets. Maybe—
She covered her head with her hands, wincing in the onslaught of pain. Everything was too bright, too loud. Her eyes shut tightly, tears squeezing from the corners. Someone -was- banging on the door. Her time sensor was off- How long had it been?
Keep Calm. Keep away.
“Ezra?”
Jack. Jack— has it all figured out.
My roommate looks like Tony Stark.
…and then the power went out mid rp.
Even Ezra got a little makeover— hair, new cybernetics, and a bit more color to her skin.
are there any meowcenaries out there?
So, since I am at work for another 5 hours….
Can someone tell me if cyborgs get any hair changes at all? Or colors?
