"My father dreamed you a robotic bee and then you created software for it?" The first part isn't hard to imagine, but the latter is somehow. He doesn't know much about Cheng beyond his annoying proclivity toward petitions and social activism, and the fact that all of Ronan's friends seem eager to pull him into the fold. He doesn't know creating interfaces was something he could do. Did their school teach a fucking class for that?
He glances at Henry's upturned hand, finds himself wondering just how big this bee was, what all it could do, how long it took his father to dream it up and the size of the price tag.
Then he looks at Henry's face again, eyebrow arched. "A service bee. This have something to do with that hole in the ground?"
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Date: 2016-07-10 05:11 pm (UTC)He glances at Henry's upturned hand, finds himself wondering just how big this bee was, what all it could do, how long it took his father to dream it up and the size of the price tag.
Then he looks at Henry's face again, eyebrow arched. "A service bee. This have something to do with that hole in the ground?"