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was a soft blush of magenta, which, if Kabe recalled correctly, meant it was busy.
its aura field had just started to shade into the blue-grey of politely held-in-check frustration.
The drone’s gunmetal aura indicated puzzlement.
The drone’s aura field flushed a sort of muddy cream colour to indicate embarrassment, though a few flecks of red indicated it was hardly acute.
He looked at Tersono, which allowed itself a faint glow of aquamarine modesty.
the drone’s aura rainbowed with brief surprise.
‘Some travel forever in hope and are serially disappointed. Others, slightly less self-deceiving, come to accept that the process of travelling itself offers, if not fulfilment, then relief from the feeling that they should be feeling fulfilled.’
the drone Tersono had positively glowed with rosy approval.
there can be a form of vanity in grief that is indulged rather than suffered. I have seen people who find that grief gives them something they never had before, and no matter how terrible and real their loss they choose to hug that awfulness to them rather than push it away.
‘I hate romantics, Quilan. They do not really know themselves, but what is worse they do not really want to know themselves - or, ultimately, anybody else - because they think that will take the mystery out of life. They are fools. You are a fool.
‘That is the chaff, Ziller. I ignore that. I can respond politely and where necessary felicitously to the most intense bore forever without flagging and it costs me nothing. It’s like ignoring all the boring bits in space between the neat stuff like planets and stars and ships. And even that’s not completely boring anyway.’
‘It must be a burden, not even being able to say you were just obeying orders.’ ‘Well, that is always a lie, or a sign you are fighting for an unworthy cause, or still have a very long way to develop civilisationally.’
‘Elated? Pleased?’ ‘Those are the closest words. There is an undeniable elation in causing mayhem, in bringing about such massive destruction. As for feeling pleased, I felt pleasure that some of those who died did so because they were stupid enough to believe in gods or afterlives that do not exist, even though I felt a terrible sorrow for them as they died in their ignorance and thanks to their folly. I felt pleasure that my weapon and sensory systems were working as they were supposed to. I felt pleasure that despite my misgivings I was able to do my duty and act as I had determined a fully
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Its aura field positively shone with ruby light.
Its ceramic casing was surrounded by a healthy pink glow.
The drone’s aura field suddenly rainbowed with confusion.
The drone went muddy cream with embarrassment.
The drone’s aura blanched briefly with anger, then settled to grey frustration mixed with spots of purple contrition. It quickly rippled into yellow-green, indicating mellowness and friendliness, hatched with bands of red to show it was taking this as a bit of a joke.
Its aura field burned white with anger.
Its field was grey with frustration.
