Reyes stopped walking completely, then, looking at her. An incredulous laugh made its way out of his throat, but it cut off once he realised that Kat looked deathly serious, simply staring right back at him: a little thoughtful, a little tentative. You’re kidding me died on his lips, unsaid.
“My world does have that sort of technology, but— but that’s absurd.” He literally pinched himself, felt the sharp reassuring jab of pain. But then again…
His mind was whirling with the almost sickening array of possibilities. It would almost be easier if he could reject the idea entirely. “Ford v. Huerta,” Reyes said, more thinking out loud for his own benefit, and then at Kat still looking lost, tried to explain: “It was a recent legal case in my… where I came from. A president died. And his brain functions were transferred to a computer. He remained president for a year afterwards, kept ruling, and the courts eventually declared it was legitimate. That it was still him. So it…”
His legs felt weak, but he kept standing. There was precedent; it shouldn’t even matter if he had been cloned somehow, it was still functionally him. And yet Reyes’ body did matter to him. It was his. In a life where so much had been taken from him, it had often been the only thing he could rely on.
“What does the computer seem to do?” he asked (demanded), picking up on what she’d trailed off. He knew, immediately, that he wanted to take a look at it. Later. Once he’d settled in, and quelled some of this roiling nausea in the back of his throat.
lol sorry kat, you broke his brain a little but he's dealing
“My world does have that sort of technology, but— but that’s absurd.” He literally pinched himself, felt the sharp reassuring jab of pain. But then again…
His mind was whirling with the almost sickening array of possibilities. It would almost be easier if he could reject the idea entirely. “Ford v. Huerta,” Reyes said, more thinking out loud for his own benefit, and then at Kat still looking lost, tried to explain: “It was a recent legal case in my… where I came from. A president died. And his brain functions were transferred to a computer. He remained president for a year afterwards, kept ruling, and the courts eventually declared it was legitimate. That it was still him. So it…”
His legs felt weak, but he kept standing. There was precedent; it shouldn’t even matter if he had been cloned somehow, it was still functionally him. And yet Reyes’ body did matter to him. It was his. In a life where so much had been taken from him, it had often been the only thing he could rely on.
“What does the computer seem to do?” he asked (demanded), picking up on what she’d trailed off. He knew, immediately, that he wanted to take a look at it. Later. Once he’d settled in, and quelled some of this roiling nausea in the back of his throat.