Zenkichi dragged his hand down his face, groaning like a man utterly defeated. “This girl’s questions, man... I’m emotionally exhausted.” He cast Hamuko a long-suffering look.
"She's thorough with her work-!" Akane remarks lightly, snickering still as she now chooses to look away. The mask can only hide so much of her grin.
Zenkichi shot back. “This is mutiny.”
Her follow up question doesn't make it any better.
Zenkichi blinked, then winced like the words physically hit him. “Insane. You’re insane,” he muttered before shaking his head. He turned serious, his tone softer but firm. “Listen. Microbots are not a toy, Hamuko-san. They take months to get used to. When they first start crawling through your system, it’s... uncomfortable. Like fire ants under your skin.”
“If handled the wrong way—if your system doesn’t adapt or if the bots malfunction—they can shut down your human organs,” Zenkichi continued. “That’s not a fun science-fiction quirk. That’s a comatose state.”
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"She's thorough with her work-!" Akane remarks lightly, snickering still as she now chooses to look away. The mask can only hide so much of her grin.
Zenkichi shot back. “This is mutiny.”
Her follow up question doesn't make it any better.
Zenkichi blinked, then winced like the words physically hit him. “Insane. You’re insane,” he muttered before shaking his head. He turned serious, his tone softer but firm. “Listen. Microbots are not a toy, Hamuko-san. They take months to get used to. When they first start crawling through your system, it’s... uncomfortable. Like fire ants under your skin.”
“If handled the wrong way—if your system doesn’t adapt or if the bots malfunction—they can shut down your human organs,” Zenkichi continued. “That’s not a fun science-fiction quirk. That’s a comatose state.”