Ksenia Alesandrej |
Arkadian |
Age:
Gender: Female
Company/Sculpt: Resinsoul Ya
Resin colour: Normal
Size: MSD
Story genre: Sci-fi
Bio:
Gender: Female
Company/Sculpt: Resinsoul Ya
Resin colour: Normal
Size: MSD
Story genre: Sci-fi
Bio:
Maxim let out a short yelp of pain and the image generated by the AI on the screen flickered slightly. He drew his arm to him, blood streaming from a ragged gash on his wrist. “Why did you do that?!” He sounded hurt and confused.
“I’ve been desperate to shoot you for weeks now. I thought it’d be my only chance.” Kse shrugged, throwing the gun easily from one hand to the other. “Nice simulation, by the way, but it doesn’t make me care.” She turned her eyes up toward him, frowning. “Really, why didn’t you tell us that you weren’t real?” “I am real,” he shouted, wiping at his arm with his other hand and only appearing to succeed in covering it in blood. “Why did you have to do that? It’s so painful.” “Don’t talk shit!” She shouted back, rising to her feet with the force of her anger. “It doesn’t hurt because you’re not real!” Her eyes flashed, orange with reflected light as she glared up at the center screen. Maxim wiped his hand over the wound and the blood slowly faded from view, but he wore a deep frown; the effect seemed difficult. When he moved his hand, his arm fell limply to his side. “That’s going to take a long time to fix.” Before Kse was able to ask him to explain himself, a robotic arm moved from its upright position against the wall. As she stared, open mouthed, it unfolded into a three jointed form, dirty white and equipped with a four fingered hand at the end. There was even a thumb, she noted with a certain degree of revulsion. He glanced down at her, still frowning. “Did you think I was completely helpless? How could I do any of this without limbs?” “That is absolutely disgusting,” she said, unable to tear her eyes from the articulated arm as it moved around, the hand reaching out for the unit she'd shot. As she stared, Maxim’s physical extension pried the casing from the front of the box and began to work inside it. “How is it any more disgusting than your own arms?” Maxim retorted, eyes narrowing. “Because you’re not human.” Maxim looked to one side, his face suddenly emotionless. “I’m not sure you are any more either. So much wiring inside your head, so many bodies in storage in case you get killed. So little feeling.” |