The twisted circuitry shimmers static, the pulse of foreign code and foreign sensations skipping like a flickering screen.
And then-
Hunger.
It's all that fills the connection now, aching, gnawing, utterly pervasive. The raw, primal, violent hunger of a starved creature and it hollows and weakens, pouring like acid into the space between each zip of electricity, drowning out the rest of the world in a crashing wave. It rises and rises in a screaming, deafening tide of nothingness until-
A delicate, glassy, 'tink' cuts off the overspill. Two more ring out in close succession and the shadow shifts, placing a skeletonized palm against Rinzler's chest, running neatly broken contact points over shuddering shell.
"Alright," it whispers, idly smearing possessive, abstract patterns through the black goo that'd seeped through fracturing voxels with its thumb. "I'm listening."
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And then-
Hunger.
It's all that fills the connection now, aching, gnawing, utterly pervasive. The raw, primal, violent hunger of a starved creature and it hollows and weakens, pouring like acid into the space between each zip of electricity, drowning out the rest of the world in a crashing wave. It rises and rises in a screaming, deafening tide of nothingness until-
A delicate, glassy, 'tink' cuts off the overspill. Two more ring out in close succession and the shadow shifts, placing a skeletonized palm against Rinzler's chest, running neatly broken contact points over shuddering shell.
"Alright," it whispers, idly smearing possessive, abstract patterns through the black goo that'd seeped through fracturing voxels with its thumb. "I'm listening."