4 Apocalypse, Tuesday Morning
Jan. 23rd, 2024 07:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
not_of_the_noraIt started with a humming.
Aloy had been hard at work refurbishing the house's computer systems, and then a tune came to her. She didn't recognize it, but it also didn't get in the way, so it hardly drifted to the top of her priority list.
"...Work it, make it, do it, makes us..."
Okay, that was odd. She tried to put past it. Had to focus on this motherboard, or she could fry the whole set-up--
"Harder, better, faster, stronger..."
She leaned back on her heels, blinking. "Work it harder, make it better, do it faster, makes us stronger, more than ever, hour after hour, work is never over--."
She threw down her tools. "Now what?" Annoying.
[[ open, I suppose, if you have any reason to be here ]]
Aloy had been hard at work refurbishing the house's computer systems, and then a tune came to her. She didn't recognize it, but it also didn't get in the way, so it hardly drifted to the top of her priority list.
"...Work it, make it, do it, makes us..."
Okay, that was odd. She tried to put past it. Had to focus on this motherboard, or she could fry the whole set-up--
"Harder, better, faster, stronger..."
She leaned back on her heels, blinking. "Work it harder, make it better, do it faster, makes us stronger, more than ever, hour after hour, work is never over--."
She threw down her tools. "Now what?" Annoying.
[[ open, I suppose, if you have any reason to be here ]]
