A little more confident he's on the right page with one of the users at least, Faux considers each other's words and propositions. All with varying degrees of opinion he is starting to recognize.
Elidibus' question has Faux consider his experience so far. He shakes his head, "In the simplest terms. None. Though I'm unsure if it has something to do with how I exist here. I seem to be taken as is from my system. Literal code, and operate as such. Since I'm not in a computer system, I don't have connection to it." Even if sometimes he feels as if he should. "It's not quite disconnection. More absence."
His hand runs along the table surface, feeling the smoothness of it, but nothing more than that underneath.
"Though," He then perks up, folding his arms, mustering up a sudden thought, "There was a moment when Idia's floating device scanned me, and I did sense a typical connection there briefly. Same with Naoya's baton, Annnd there is the front of the Train to the engine. Just sometimes I think I might pick up the faintest of something..."
Was any of that even useful? His uncertainty leaves him slumping back, "I know I've been adapting to a user existence. It's just frustrating since I have the ability to manipulate code where I'm from with a degree of precision. It would have been useful for this current task."
After his less than useful answer, he refocuses on the other users again as they continue the discussion.
What Seto says is true to a degree. Sometimes data isn't truly lost. The idea of the Train perhaps having alternate senses that they lack does give him thought. As does Esteban's, bringing up the idea that communication issues are being weighted down by simple logistic problems. This isn't exactly what he had been brought here to agree to, but again, the more for his processor to mull over and file away for later.
"The risk though is speaking the same language, does not guarantee you can understand one another." He's experienced it before.
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Elidibus' question has Faux consider his experience so far. He shakes his head, "In the simplest terms. None. Though I'm unsure if it has something to do with how I exist here. I seem to be taken as is from my system. Literal code, and operate as such. Since I'm not in a computer system, I don't have connection to it." Even if sometimes he feels as if he should. "It's not quite disconnection. More absence."
His hand runs along the table surface, feeling the smoothness of it, but nothing more than that underneath.
"Though," He then perks up, folding his arms, mustering up a sudden thought, "There was a moment when Idia's floating device scanned me, and I did sense a typical connection there briefly. Same with Naoya's baton, Annnd there is the front of the Train to the engine. Just sometimes I think I might pick up the faintest of something..."
Was any of that even useful? His uncertainty leaves him slumping back, "I know I've been adapting to a user existence. It's just frustrating since I have the ability to manipulate code where I'm from with a degree of precision. It would have been useful for this current task."
After his less than useful answer, he refocuses on the other users again as they continue the discussion.
What Seto says is true to a degree. Sometimes data isn't truly lost. The idea of the Train perhaps having alternate senses that they lack does give him thought. As does Esteban's, bringing up the idea that communication issues are being weighted down by simple logistic problems. This isn't exactly what he had been brought here to agree to, but again, the more for his processor to mull over and file away for later.
"The risk though is speaking the same language, does not guarantee you can understand one another." He's experienced it before.