He switches the feed from his eye back to his datapad and then into the air. Ships suddenly fill the garden.
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I watch him.
He’s not like any boy I’ve ever known. He’s aware of himself. Who he is. Who his parents are. [...] But in the race he loses the self-consciousness and the boyish energy bursts out, reminding me of my brother.
Iron Gold, 343-344
[ID: Pax, a blond white boy, 10 years old, sits cross-legged on a rock. He is dressed all in gold, and is staring intently at something in the distance. To his left, Lyria, a black young adult woman sits on a bench. She is dressed in a red tuxedo and has dark red curly hair. She is observing Pax. They are in a lush rooftop garden, with skyscrapers in the distance behind them. A red fox tail pops up in the foreground. There is animation of bright blue holographic ships racing in the foreground, and then again in the background.]
The woods are getting thicker, everything darker. It won't stop raining, and Bea is developing a rash from the dampness. At least, I hope that's why.
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a mother and cub. She was wary of us and shielded her cub with her body, but she made no move to attack and we didn't feel in danger.
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JUNE 21
An odd, gentle creature we encountered. Not the purpose of our mission, but a charming discovery nonetheless.
The muscle and skeleton diagrams are guesswork, of course. Useless. But they're soothing to draw. They remind me of studying anatomy in the safety of Abe's classroom.
JUNE 21 (cont)
Showed Bea this page. She liked it, but said I didn't draw the blood (???) in the puddle the baby was drinking from. Added it now.
So maybe 'gentle' isn't the right word after all......
I imagine that Sevro’s version of bedtime stories is talking about his time at the Institute and everything after it - he has 0 filter when it comes to the gruesome bits - and Electra loves every moment of it