"This is Cait Sith. It seems Mini isn't in here this time."
HE has been before, but then again, this was the only time Mini got to 'rest' in a year, so he wished the construct the relief of it.
"These are definitely both Cait Sith models. I refined him over many years. AS... well, he was intended as a friend."
But the display comes to light once more as Donnie looks it over. This time the screen comes to life in a dark room filled with computers and... Reeve. Reeve sitting at a lighted table, working a servo of a metal skeleton, testing the articulated limbs. And then leaning forward. He breathes out over it and there is a glow of pale blue-green light. And the arm starts to move on its own, without his touch. The fingers curl, the head twists. Reeve breathes in and the pale blue-green light rises from it and is taken back into him. Then another small video, where the same form is on the table, covered like the Cait Sith construct, and again he breathes out. This time the thing sits up and looks at him, and he's hugged.
Then the image shifts again. A room in a broken down place. A stuffed black and white doll, only a foot and a half high. A breath out, and the cat doll moves. Comes to its feet. And immediately puts its padded limbs to its hips as if to chide him.
"They are very quickly active," Reeve says as he sees the videos. "The doll one was Mini."
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HE has been before, but then again, this was the only time Mini got to 'rest' in a year, so he wished the construct the relief of it.
"These are definitely both Cait Sith models. I refined him over many years. AS... well, he was intended as a friend."
But the display comes to light once more as Donnie looks it over. This time the screen comes to life in a dark room filled with computers and... Reeve. Reeve sitting at a lighted table, working a servo of a metal skeleton, testing the articulated limbs. And then leaning forward. He breathes out over it and there is a glow of pale blue-green light. And the arm starts to move on its own, without his touch. The fingers curl, the head twists. Reeve breathes in and the pale blue-green light rises from it and is taken back into him. Then another small video, where the same form is on the table, covered like the Cait Sith construct, and again he breathes out. This time the thing sits up and looks at him, and he's hugged.
Then the image shifts again. A room in a broken down place. A stuffed black and white doll, only a foot and a half high. A breath out, and the cat doll moves. Comes to its feet. And immediately puts its padded limbs to its hips as if to chide him.
"They are very quickly active," Reeve says as he sees the videos. "The doll one was Mini."