[ti]Ep 3[/ti]The Second Circle (Closed | Pipette )
Nov 10, 2020 16:48:46 GMT -5
Post by Pipette on Nov 10, 2020 16:48:46 GMT -5
Pipette was a long way from figuring Starkrieger out, if that was even possible for someone like her, but she had decided that he came across as passionate in general, full of energy for life. While she kept her generally restrained, she approved of those who sought to make the most of what they had. So she was surprised when Krieg gently, almost demurely admitted that he had not exactly had bondmates. Society stemmed from being social, and although she was not herself, she understood on an intellectual level that a degree of bonding was normal for her species. Of course a full scale civil war had proven destructive to society, and as a civilisation, they had proven very uncivil, so Pipette was not entirely surprised that even particularly social individuals had struggled.
"It has been some time, too long perhaps, since I last had a personal project. The last millenia and limited resources have been stifling." Pipette paused as she realised they had made their way outside. The night sky was only lightly clouded, and with their location, light pollution was absolutely minimal, with those two factors much of the stars and constellations they formed were readily visible. Pip liked the stars, with their unimaginable heat and pressure, hydrogen was formed into every other element that made up all other celestial bodies. And in the nova death of a star, life was made possible. In the open space her field brightened a little under the starlight.
Her attention then shifted back to Krieg as she watched him stretch out his wing. Pipette wondered if this was usual for fliers. There was more flutter than she expected, she smiled slightly to herself enjoying the spectacle that was her species. It was flight that brought her back around to the conversation. "The last big project that was able to consume my intellect was not personal but a commission. It involved the manufacture of starship hulls in orbital shipyards with the embedding of superconductor ceramics within the hull metal especially tuned to the slight telepathic hive mind of alien species 214." There was no sound for the name of the species as they called themselves, which was a common occurrence in a galaxy big enough. Pipette just numbered them for her own files.
"My passion for chemistry is more a passion of the processor rather than a passion of the spark, at least as I can quantify it. The line between the two is heavily blurred, one supposes it may even be a spectrum. I am not sure I have ever felt moved by it however. It is difficult to be objective when one self is the subject do you agree?" She looked up at Krieg, curiosity still prominent in her field.
"It has been some time, too long perhaps, since I last had a personal project. The last millenia and limited resources have been stifling." Pipette paused as she realised they had made their way outside. The night sky was only lightly clouded, and with their location, light pollution was absolutely minimal, with those two factors much of the stars and constellations they formed were readily visible. Pip liked the stars, with their unimaginable heat and pressure, hydrogen was formed into every other element that made up all other celestial bodies. And in the nova death of a star, life was made possible. In the open space her field brightened a little under the starlight.
Her attention then shifted back to Krieg as she watched him stretch out his wing. Pipette wondered if this was usual for fliers. There was more flutter than she expected, she smiled slightly to herself enjoying the spectacle that was her species. It was flight that brought her back around to the conversation. "The last big project that was able to consume my intellect was not personal but a commission. It involved the manufacture of starship hulls in orbital shipyards with the embedding of superconductor ceramics within the hull metal especially tuned to the slight telepathic hive mind of alien species 214." There was no sound for the name of the species as they called themselves, which was a common occurrence in a galaxy big enough. Pipette just numbered them for her own files.
"My passion for chemistry is more a passion of the processor rather than a passion of the spark, at least as I can quantify it. The line between the two is heavily blurred, one supposes it may even be a spectrum. I am not sure I have ever felt moved by it however. It is difficult to be objective when one self is the subject do you agree?" She looked up at Krieg, curiosity still prominent in her field.