He bent down and examined the arm. Robotics was a little beyond him, though he knew the basics. It looked pretty sound. "May I?" he asked, reaching for the arm, but waiting for permission before picking it up. "How do you plan to create sentience?"
There was a soft keening noise, and a small, blue, draconian head peered out from under Hannibal's jacket collar. Sleep time on his shoulder was apparently over.
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Date: 2010-12-02 01:59 pm (UTC)There was a soft keening noise, and a small, blue, draconian head peered out from under Hannibal's jacket collar. Sleep time on his shoulder was apparently over.