"I wish... I could feel it had a mind, though. There wasn't any malevolence in there when I started, just confusion. Then anger."
A very abstract sort of being for a train, rather than something grounded in the senses it experienced - the mechanics of it all, whatever being made of void meant - but still something alive. Simple, even.
Then there came a wry sort of smile. "Surprised no one here had tried that before. Guess all the other attacks people have tried were physical."
And that's what her action had been: an attack, not a communication.
And that's not even beginning to mention that some of the passengers on this train were machines.
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"I wish... I could feel it had a mind, though. There wasn't any malevolence in there when I started, just confusion. Then anger."
A very abstract sort of being for a train, rather than something grounded in the senses it experienced - the mechanics of it all, whatever being made of void meant - but still something alive. Simple, even.
Then there came a wry sort of smile. "Surprised no one here had tried that before. Guess all the other attacks people have tried were physical."
And that's what her action had been: an attack, not a communication.
And that's not even beginning to mention that some of the passengers on this train were machines.