-She blinks, and looks around warily. She stoops down to pick the flowers and package up, metallic and polymer fingers caressing the damaged petals with a faint frown on her face. Poor things. Perhaps she can press them…
Turning her attention to the box, she looks to see if there’s a card first-
-She looks up from whatever device she was tinkering with for Black Hearts and crosses the room curiously to her door, and opens it-
but i’ll be there for you
as the world falls down
just a quick warmup doodle of dear Sylvia Chaste
She’s even wearing the necklace I gave her on Halloween. How sweet.
do androids dream? [listen] - electrical wires run like veins under silicone skin. but who’s to say they aren’t truly alive? (this mix follows an a.i. as it starts to discover the range of human emotions - mainly love - until it can no longer function.)
i. breathe - télépopmusik // ii. the son of flynn - daft punk // iii. intro - alt-j // iv. metropolis - kraftwerk // v. genetic world - télépopmusik // vi. human - ellie goulding // vii. intriguing possibilities - trent reznor & atticus ross // viii. between two points - the glitch mob ft. swan // ix. bride of deluxe - cliff martinez // x. bloodflood - alt-j // xi. reflections - daft punk // xii. sweet dreams (are made of this) - emily browning // xiii. hand covers bruise - trent reznor & atticus ross
Sylvia tells Gail a Fairy Tale.
GL: *The three year old wails loudly, her mom and dad gone and she’s stuck in the crib. A veritable nightmare for a child bored out of her mind. She wails louder, the attention seeker.*
Syl: -Pops her head up over the bars, having snuck in, crouched so GAIL wouldn’t see her- Boo!
GL: *She squeals loudly and falls back on her bum in surprise, her eyes wide and no longer wailing. Simply surprising* Sylvia!