[ He'd be impressed if he wasn't so intimately familiar with how much Tony's ego did not need affirmations for something like that. He only shakes his head in mild amusement, and drops his other arm to tuck neatly across his chest.
The download completes, the patch begins to install, and he monitors himself introspectively from a sort of clinically detached mental position. The background of his own mind, making small mental notes on his feelings as they adapt.
A slowly settling sense of calm. The slight delay settling in his processor, making time start to move more slowly. A hazy sort of... gap between the seconds, wherein one moment he's present and the next he's introspectively thinking about that moment, lost, a beat behind the world. Then he's back again. It's not... bad, it's curious as hell.
The only way he can describe it is to say it's the mental equivalency of the audio of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb.
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The download completes, the patch begins to install, and he monitors himself introspectively from a sort of clinically detached mental position. The background of his own mind, making small mental notes on his feelings as they adapt.
A slowly settling sense of calm. The slight delay settling in his processor, making time start to move more slowly. A hazy sort of... gap between the seconds, wherein one moment he's present and the next he's introspectively thinking about that moment, lost, a beat behind the world. Then he's back again. It's not... bad, it's curious as hell.
The only way he can describe it is to say it's the mental equivalency of the audio of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb.
Hmm. ]