Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26258526-20170402032157/@comment-26237442-20170402210043

I6's lights flicker contemplatively as he awaits his death in the back of a Rin dropship, the Unit finds it ironic that he should die on one of the Seed Worlds. I6 is uncomfortable in this strange world of shouting and screaming. Genesis had provided him with top of the range telepathics and a variety of holographic projection ports for visual communication, the Rin had none of these things, they were primitive, animalistic. I6 knew that this was exactly what he had been caught thinking in The Babel Repository, the Legacy Minds are to have Organic bodies which would make them inferior, the Legacy must be preserved the Minds must have a casing of steel not flesh.

Once again I6's conscious wards stung at him, like a stallion kicking  or Zorfin pulsing. I6 released a small decompression noise which would have been a sigh. Had I6 not long since decided that an expression of colour 474Delta was more effective.