Tony continued to hold the small girl until her trembling slowed and her breathing calmed. Crying was getting out what you had to get out in a strict physiological sense. Same for vomiting. Thank god for the suit.
"Juice, per favor." Tony motioned at a silver robot still in the far corner of the bedroom. It had the appearance a crane mounted on a platform with wheels. It bore a few joints for movement, and its lower body was cylindrical for storage. It steadily rolled over to the pair, popping its thorax to reveal a stack of chilled juice boxes. It delicately reached inside with its jaws, placing one down before Annie. Tony simply blinked at it, gesturing expectantly for his own, and was nearly smacked in the face when its lagging AI over-corrected by thrusting it right at him.
Baby steps.
"Can I tell you what I think, Annie? About feelings." Tony peeled open the straw, sticking it into the foil. "You can tell me if I'm right or not."
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Date: 2018-11-23 12:14 am (UTC)"Juice, per favor." Tony motioned at a silver robot still in the far corner of the bedroom. It had the appearance a crane mounted on a platform with wheels. It bore a few joints for movement, and its lower body was cylindrical for storage. It steadily rolled over to the pair, popping its thorax to reveal a stack of chilled juice boxes. It delicately reached inside with its jaws, placing one down before Annie. Tony simply blinked at it, gesturing expectantly for his own, and was nearly smacked in the face when its lagging AI over-corrected by thrusting it right at him.
Baby steps.
"Can I tell you what I think, Annie? About feelings." Tony peeled open the straw, sticking it into the foil. "You can tell me if I'm right or not."