Home sweet home [Me + invited]

[Below Par]

Upon feeling the change in the room Machine did get lost in his thoughts for a moment.

[Now THAT is a strangely familiar feeling. So close to that stillness, that finality, yet somehow free from drowning in it's depths. A favor so often granted and never asked for . . . it feels like home, the home of the heart at least, those fleeting moments where the muddle of the multiverse makes some kind of sense. Especially as she is now, she is . . . impressive.]

{More than that! She's-}

[Shut. Up. Now. Go. Away.]

{I'm just a subsection of what you're already thinking. The 'what if' . . . ?}

[What if nothing. Let others flirt and fantasise. It doesn't take much to work out if she was interested in someone they'd know about it. If they'd failed to satisfy her attentions they'd know about it quickly enough but, I suspect, that's probably harder to recover from. There are more important matters at hand in any case.]

Shaking his head to clear it somewhat, Machine replied to Dea-, I mean, Sliver's question.

"Well we can either take the lift there" Machine sidesteps to reveal a metal double door behind him "but, as that only seems to draw power from the backup circuits under emergency protocol, it is a bit slow. Or there's the express alternative" turning the sidestep into a little flourish as he offers his hand.

"Then we can go soul shopping." The entropic chill, for a moment, became far more prominent. Machine, smiling warmly, then said "Don't look at me like that. It's no attempt to spoil your fun. As uniquely talented as your are . . . do you know which out of those who are about to die are going to be of any use? In addition someone needs to transport all the bits left over after your performance. I've a ship ready more suited for that. You deal death, I sweep up what's left. We both do what we do best. Anyway, shall we?"

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