[ K recognises the first several songs that play: Bach. Knows them well enough to discern the complementary embellishments that are being woven into them. The purpose of this isn't immediately obvious to him, but he maintains his silence, observing and listening. Appreciating the significance of what's being shared with him, which is only made all the clearer by Tech Boy's focus.
Something is happening.
Not only is this a composition he's never heard before, but it seems to be affecting Tech Boy's physical form. It takes effort to suppress how startled he is that first time Tech Boy blurs (something which he can also, oddly enough, feel), but soon he's caught up in the song himself; it sounds remarkably like Bach, but ... more, somehow. Perhaps made better by the lack of direct human involvement, perfected in the way only a machine could. Though he might be biased.
K hasn't moved since starting the program and remains still even once it's concluded. At length he looks up from Tech Boy's hands to his face, studying him, before speaking quietly. ]
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Something is happening.
Not only is this a composition he's never heard before, but it seems to be affecting Tech Boy's physical form. It takes effort to suppress how startled he is that first time Tech Boy blurs (something which he can also, oddly enough, feel), but soon he's caught up in the song himself; it sounds remarkably like Bach, but ... more, somehow. Perhaps made better by the lack of direct human involvement, perfected in the way only a machine could. Though he might be biased.
K hasn't moved since starting the program and remains still even once it's concluded. At length he looks up from Tech Boy's hands to his face, studying him, before speaking quietly. ]
Maybe you do have a name.
[ And it's a song. ]