No no, this one's mechanical. Thank the Maker.[ She adds under her breath. She shudders to think of a droid brain being confined to an organic body.
A part of her flashes back to the sight of dozens of disassembled droids piled beside heaps of severed organic limbs, the stench of blood and rot forever burned in her memory core faster than she could disable her olfactory sensors. Somewhere, out there, shrouded by the ice shards of the Mesulan Remnants, the Phylanx lies dormant. Will her antivirus code be done in time to stop it from activating?
Yet another task she's leaving unfinished. ]
That is a good question, though. I'd like to have a word with her.
cw mention of gore
A part of her flashes back to the sight of dozens of disassembled droids piled beside heaps of severed organic limbs, the stench of blood and rot forever burned in her memory core faster than she could disable her olfactory sensors. Somewhere, out there, shrouded by the ice shards of the Mesulan Remnants, the Phylanx lies dormant. Will her antivirus code be done in time to stop it from activating?
Yet another task she's leaving unfinished. ]
That is a good question, though. I'd like to have a word with her.