[ Tech Boy has his eyes closed, and the rest of his body remains still in the way only a non-organic being can be. He can feel K's eyes on him like a physical touch, but he doesn't move until the quiet sound of K's voice rouses him from his reverie. Blinking his eyes open, he takes the time to refocus.
He gently rests one hand on K's leg, holding onto him with an unusually soft touch, and rests this way for a handful of seconds more. Eventually, he looks to meet K's gaze. Tech Boy's eyes faintly glow an antique green from somewhere inside. ]
I have an origin. JS Bach. A program. A file name. The devotion of the young man who write it. Creation. Theogenesis.
[ He smiles faintly, and the expression is almost shy. Or maybe it's humility. A different sort of vulnerability that has him buzzing like a charged wire. ]
And you're the only person who's heard it in nearly 30 years. Seems like a lifetime ago.
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He gently rests one hand on K's leg, holding onto him with an unusually soft touch, and rests this way for a handful of seconds more. Eventually, he looks to meet K's gaze. Tech Boy's eyes faintly glow an antique green from somewhere inside. ]
I have an origin. JS Bach. A program. A file name. The devotion of the young man who write it. Creation. Theogenesis.
[ He smiles faintly, and the expression is almost shy. Or maybe it's humility. A different sort of vulnerability that has him buzzing like a charged wire. ]
And you're the only person who's heard it in nearly 30 years. Seems like a lifetime ago.