[ It wasn’t like Turing particularly disliked cleaning in the first place. In fact, they were rather meticulous with such things, but they were quite certain that pink water was not conducive to cleaning. Turing did have something of a sense of smell, though it was of course different from a human’s, and it soon became impossible to ignore the scent of iron in the air and the diluted red water combined with the stains on the walls.
Wherever this was, it wasn’t good place to be. There was a pang of guilt as Turing sneaked out of the room, but that was short-lived. They looked back just once more time after taking a few steps, and... ]
Y-yikes!
[ Their yelp echoed in the hallway. Was that blood too?! They didn’t even have that! ]
[graduation]
‘Keep your eyes open’...?
[ Turing would have thought that wouldn’t be difficult, but on the other hand they had been drifting in and out of consciousness in a way that was beyond their control. Surely one of their components wasn’t failing. Right? They began running a diagnostic just as the other students began pouring out of the room, which left them in the very real danger of being caught underfoot. ]
There is no need for pushing!
[ How rude! ]
[spring break]
[ Food was not so much a worry for Turing, but it certainly was for the humans who seemed to be in the same predicament as them. Therefore, helping out with cooking or other sources of sustenance was a given! That being said, their new surroundings was full of people and things they had never seen in person before, and they hadn’t met a single ROM yet. That led to feelings that were more than just fear or uncertainty.
That was how they ended up in the art room. Even if there was no red, the tree that began to take shape on their canvas sure didn’t care. ]
Turing | 2064: Read Only Memories
[ It wasn’t like Turing particularly disliked cleaning in the first place. In fact, they were rather meticulous with such things, but they were quite certain that pink water was not conducive to cleaning. Turing did have something of a sense of smell, though it was of course different from a human’s, and it soon became impossible to ignore the scent of iron in the air and the diluted red water combined with the stains on the walls.
Wherever this was, it wasn’t good place to be. There was a pang of guilt as Turing sneaked out of the room, but that was short-lived. They looked back just once more time after taking a few steps, and... ]
Y-yikes!
[ Their yelp echoed in the hallway. Was that blood too?! They didn’t even have that! ]
[graduation]
‘Keep your eyes open’...?
[ Turing would have thought that wouldn’t be difficult, but on the other hand they had been drifting in and out of consciousness in a way that was beyond their control. Surely one of their components wasn’t failing. Right? They began running a diagnostic just as the other students began pouring out of the room, which left them in the very real danger of being caught underfoot. ]
There is no need for pushing!
[ How rude! ]
[spring break]
[ Food was not so much a worry for Turing, but it certainly was for the humans who seemed to be in the same predicament as them. Therefore, helping out with cooking or other sources of sustenance was a given! That being said, their new surroundings was full of people and things they had never seen in person before, and they hadn’t met a single ROM yet. That led to feelings that were more than just fear or uncertainty.
That was how they ended up in the art room. Even if there was no red, the tree that began to take shape on their canvas sure didn’t care. ]