[center][h1] Praxis [/h1][/center]

Her eyes glistened, a strange sense of relief flooding her systems, as she listened. The realization that she wasn't truly alone...merely disconnected, was a relief. "Then...they'll locate my signature, and try to reconnect, the Council is probably ordering a search right now!" Naivety was a strange concept for one to see in an android, but given that every last Rockroid were in fact, living beings with souls of their own, it was understandable that they seemed natural. Especially given the models that underwent a normal developmental cycle, rather than say, the factory produced models. Some might be completely unnerved by how humanlike the android was, to the point that it was very hard, nearly impossible, to tell the difference, but that was life.

The action by the strange being to place both hands on the effectively newborn Rockroid would have, under previous circumstances, made her flip out, possibly even fall back. But now, having been comforted previously, her response was simply to move her head into the hands, like a cat almost. Her lips curled up faintly in vague comfort, clearly already feeling better. Then she remembered what the other had said about...thousands of years go. "So uh...that means...this event is why our creator vanished? Only a few models in my branch have been alive since then, so I don't well...know much about that time." That was all she said, before falling silent again, her smile growing a tad stronger. As if just a simple pair of hands was enough to offer her comfort.