[ Not for the first time, Catherine regrets her organic form and how scrambled her brain immediately fails, like the neurons are firing in slow motion. Which she knows neurons can't do. Nothing ever got this muddled and hazy with emotion when she was in a computer.
Nothing made her feel like her throat was tightening or made her fingers go limp, towel and clothes fluttering limply to the tile. ]
... Simon?
[ Because she knows his voice, the only human thing there had been in the rotted corpse of her home when she'd woken up. She suspected Simon thought of her that way, had latched on to her goal to launch the ARK just for that reason, but it went both ways. Catherine was great at staying together while she had something to do. She was always great at that.
But there's not such a clear goal here, nothing for her to try to get home to -- except that one last unfinished piece of business, the thing she hasn't admitted to anyone, not even herself.
Simon. She can't even begin to start unraveling her feelings enough to have a real reaction. ]
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Nothing made her feel like her throat was tightening or made her fingers go limp, towel and clothes fluttering limply to the tile. ]
... Simon?
[ Because she knows his voice, the only human thing there had been in the rotted corpse of her home when she'd woken up. She suspected Simon thought of her that way, had latched on to her goal to launch the ARK just for that reason, but it went both ways. Catherine was great at staying together while she had something to do. She was always great at that.
But there's not such a clear goal here, nothing for her to try to get home to -- except that one last unfinished piece of business, the thing she hasn't admitted to anyone, not even herself.
Simon. She can't even begin to start unraveling her feelings enough to have a real reaction. ]