[ Eloquent as ever. South's brow scrunches and she rubs her face again. ]
That's... nuts. That's— we were fucking working with an AI based off not even some guy's dead... whatever-the-fuck-she-was's brain, but his fucking memory of her? What the fuck. What the fuck.
no subject
I... what the fuck.
[ Eloquent as ever. South's brow scrunches and she rubs her face again. ]
That's... nuts. That's— we were fucking working with an AI based off not even some guy's dead... whatever-the-fuck-she-was's brain, but his fucking memory of her? What the fuck. What the fuck.