"I think the biggest thing I miss from being organic is eating, yunno?" His voice trailed off as the conversation diverted into something new.
"hold on you have a neural interface with your mech right?"
"Yea?"
"Let me see the port,” before verbal consent was given he reached for one of the cords that were meant to plug into his machine. Gently he traced the rubber to its tip and took a long analytical glance at the output end of the node. After he was satisfied he dropped it without care.
"hold on. I think I have something." And he left him outside without another word.
Curious, he followed him to his workbench. Littered with various parts, projects, and tools. Most for his mech others for body modification. It was hard to observe exactly what he was trying to do without distracting, so he decided to stay surprised. Rummaging through drawers for electrical bits and bobbles ports, wires, resistors, lightbulbs. Anything he deamed useful placed alongside the cornucopia on the bench. He sat down on one of the work stools.
After a couple of flashes of light from the solderer and heat gun, he one again turned to face him. "here we are" he drew in close, reaching for his neural connection again,"if you can synchronize with a mech then why not another person" he paused. Face slightly blushed with the implications of their blurring boundaries shattering.
He just nodded and took the hand that held the makeshift adapter, drawing it closer to it's target.
He placed his end first. A soft click and a flicker of a small led light. The other connection was a tad more robust. As it slid in the crackle of electrical feedback gave way to a slurry of information. Thoughts that weren't his, the feeling of his hands within another's, standing while simultaneously sitting, the soft lull of music being played in the back of their mind.
The thoughts fired at a different language than his but somehow he could still understand their intentions, a mixture of curiosity, excitement, embarrassment, distraction, and passion.
And his vision.
Their vision.
The double, no, quadruple input of signals lead neither one of them sure of where to focus.
It was almost overwhelming.
He could feel his heart racing.
*Wait he didn't have a heart anymore*
They simultaneously disconnected.
One stunned with heavy breathing, both with electrical fans going haywire. They stared at each other in silence. Neither certain of the implications of this act but knowing that whatever it was it changed their trajectory forever.
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Assumption.
You're a sweetheart that loves reading novels by candlelight with cups of tea. A romance at heart.
Hihihihi I don't ehhhehe. I am a romantic at heart but I don't really do things by candle light. I do dance in my room with pink lights tho hhehe
tell me your assumptions about me
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I'm sorry HOW did no one me there was a "none pizza with left beef" joke in Harrow the Ninth??I got to stumble across this in a novel in 2022??
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No one knows I read the entire mhyk main story and then forgot about it
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I anxiously blurted out that I read Colleen Hoover when my prof asked what fiction I read. Some other girlie also told Colleen Hoover and looked at me and smiled. I got no heart to tell them that I lied.
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