[Don’t worry, Matt. Minute changes in heart rate and capillary contraction are also easily accessible to Demeisen via his high-tech robosenses, so he was definitely going to notice the embarrassment regardless. He just isn’t usually treated to the empathetic experience of actually feeling any secondhand embarrassment himself. (Boo! Thanks, Stargazer bond…)]
Got it in one, then, [he says with easy, languid cheer.] Well… considering just that last bit, anyway. But I suppose the first might still fit, if you were willing to stretch your definitions.
[Is a ship Mind in hyperspace, controlling a little doll-like avatar body, “extraplanar” and “noncorporeal”? Possibly, to people from civilizations for which such things would be indistinguishable from magic.
Hostile to living beings is also a stretch, but Demeisen enjoys being seen as a bit of a bad boy, so he doesn’t object.]
Still, not quite right. I’m not a demon; I’m an avatar.
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Got it in one, then, [he says with easy, languid cheer.] Well… considering just that last bit, anyway. But I suppose the first might still fit, if you were willing to stretch your definitions.
[Is a ship Mind in hyperspace, controlling a little doll-like avatar body, “extraplanar” and “noncorporeal”? Possibly, to people from civilizations for which such things would be indistinguishable from magic.
Hostile to living beings is also a stretch, but Demeisen enjoys being seen as a bit of a bad boy, so he doesn’t object.]
Still, not quite right. I’m not a demon; I’m an avatar.