[Of the things Allura has experienced in the past few months a man who gets zapped inside of a sword... still ranks pretty high, but she's not some bumpkin from some world where talking swords meant demonic possession or something like that.
The storm around them cracks with another bolt of lightning, smaller than the one from before, but the thunder that follows still rumbles deep in her gut.]
The static of the storm is interfering with your processor. [It makes as much sense as anything else. There's a silence as she's piecing something together, then—] Boxer, are you an artificial intelligence?
[If so, it's not too dissimilar to her father's, although the Boxer from earlier was definitely more solid than a mere projection.]
no subject
The storm around them cracks with another bolt of lightning, smaller than the one from before, but the thunder that follows still rumbles deep in her gut.]
The static of the storm is interfering with your processor. [It makes as much sense as anything else. There's a silence as she's piecing something together, then—] Boxer, are you an artificial intelligence?
[If so, it's not too dissimilar to her father's, although the Boxer from earlier was definitely more solid than a mere projection.]