"Years?" Drift repeats in surprise, because humans live less than two centuries, don't they? That is an awful lot of time to spend just maturing for such a short-lived species, but alright, Wash, if you say so.
"Aw, they are pretty lively little things, aren't they?" The brooding expression from earlier is gone, replaced with a bright half-smile as Drift watches them from a crouch. They're pretty endearing, for organics -- not old enough to be touched by the harsher realities of the world, apparently, which come at you a lot faster when it takes you only days to reach maturity. There seems to be something inherently sacred in that.
A few of the children have wandered away from the jumping jack circle toward Drift, demanding excitedly that the robot do 'something cool'. Drift glances a little uncertainly at Wash.
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"Aw, they are pretty lively little things, aren't they?" The brooding expression from earlier is gone, replaced with a bright half-smile as Drift watches them from a crouch. They're pretty endearing, for organics -- not old enough to be touched by the harsher realities of the world, apparently, which come at you a lot faster when it takes you only days to reach maturity. There seems to be something inherently sacred in that.
A few of the children have wandered away from the jumping jack circle toward Drift, demanding excitedly that the robot do 'something cool'. Drift glances a little uncertainly at Wash.
"I know swords are out, but what about a car?"