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[remonroboto.livejournal.com]

[There is a Kikaito, stopped dead in his tracks, eyes as wide as saucers as his thumb slowly runs down the hand of his exposed, notably jointless, arm.

He starts at a fingertip, slides down the palm, and stills again once he reaches his wrist.

That.

That was a pulse.

That was a pulse.

And he could feel it quickening, to boot.]

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[nigaito.livejournal.com]

*Having been trying to catch up to him, Nigaito nearly-no, never mind, he did run into Kikaito.*

Oof!

Umm... N-Ni-sama??

[remonroboto.livejournal.com]

[He jerks in surprise at the contact, breathing heavily--breathing. That was oxygen going into lungs and carbon dioxide going out--

This was Nigaito getting scooped up into a hug. A hug with pressure and meaning, a real hug.]

[nigaito.livejournal.com]

Ni-sama?! *Not that he doesn't love hugs, but this one seems...different. As well as sudden, and...he doesn't usually get them unless he's sad or asks for one. What's going on?

...Did Kikaito feel kind of warm, or was he imagining things?*

[remonroboto.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't answer or move for a little while, though eventually there is some shaking. Shortly after this begins he pulls Nigaito back, and...he's smiling. Not only that, his eyes were getting quite foggy.]

...Nigaito.

[nigaito.livejournal.com]

*Wha-shaking?? ...WAS NI-SAMA CRYING?! And, wait, smiling too? What? Whaaat?!*

N-N-Ni-sama are y-you okay?! Wh-what's...a-a-are you crying?!

[remonroboto.livejournal.com]

I...I am different, somehow. Look! [He holds up his hand, smooth and covered in skin.]

[nigaito.livejournal.com]

Waah! *Nigaito pokes Kikaito's hand, then seems to notice something else. Shaking his own hand out of his too-long sleeve he takes a good look at it. He has...fingerprints? And lines!

...They both do!*

N-Ni-sama! I thi-think we're human!!

[totally_blue]

[Here goes young Kaito coming on your way. He surprises to see you though.]

Hey, Kikaito. What's up?

[remonroboto.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a moment to register that he's been addressed.]

Ah. Kaito.

I am...I am very different.

[totally_blue]

Let me guess.

[Places finger under his chin.]

Hmm... your body feels different than you used to be, isn't it?

[remonroboto.livejournal.com]

Yes! I...I can register physical sensation, I can breathe, I can speak without--my brain isn't--[Pardon, he's distracted from finding the right words by noticing he just used a contraction.]

[totally_blue]

[Whoa, there. He isn't going anywhere. He places his both palm on Kikaito's shoulder to make him relax.]

Yes, I know. You're totally human now, Kikaito.

[He could feel the skin on Kikaito's shoulder. He wonders how long he's been waiting for this?]

[remonroboto.livejournal.com]

[A long time, Kaito. A very long time.]

...But how? An artificial construct cannot spontaneously become organic.

[justanimitator]

Are you, um, ok?

[remonroboto.livejournal.com]

I am...different.

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[justanimitator]

Huh?

[justanimitator]

Oh!

You um, just became a human, I think? It happened to lots of us today...

[remonroboto.livejournal.com]

The spontaneous conversion of artificial to organic is not possible.

[justanimitator]

I... I know it sounds like it should be. I mean, um, I don't r-- really know much about things... but... uh...

Does your... body feel organic now? Softer? And um, heartbeat and breathing?

[remonroboto.livejournal.com]

I do not have previous experience with which to compare feeling "organic".

But...I feel what I believe is a pulse, yes.

[bottledawish.livejournal.com]

[Rin is intrigued by this strangely colored Kaito looking person, but feels something is more important to say right now.]

Don't panic too much or it'll get a lot scarier.

[remonroboto.livejournal.com]

...The fact I am capable of panic is strange.

[bottledawish.livejournal.com]

That seems to be the general sentiment lately.

[remonroboto.livejournal.com]

Even more strange. Such a conversion is impossible, yet it is happening to many.

[bottledawish.livejournal.com]

And it's happening both ways. The way I see it, this place does the impossible all the time just by bringing us here. It's probably capable of just about anything.