Airachnid was also sitting on a bench in the same park, though she certainly wasn't feeding birds. Instead, she was reading a rather interesting entry about prominent historical human empires on a human data network. She was very absorbed in it, too, at least until aggressive chirping and cooing disrupted her concentration.
She turned to look at the source of the noise. One park bench away, a number of birds hurried to peck at bits of human food that a human was tossing them. Completely uninteres–– wait a moment. Airachnid knew that human. She could recognize that ugly, fleshy face anywhere, considering how intensely she had burned it into her memory.
Matilda.
After a couple moments of recovering from the surprise of seeing Matilda here, Airachnid stowed her 100%-not-stolen laptop in her also-100%-not-stolen canvas bag, got up, and began walking towards Matilda's bench. Matilda wouldn't recognize her like this. She could try to dig for information about the girl. Weaknesses, places she frequented, a permanent residence –– she might even be able to build up enough of a sense of trust with this projection to lure Matilda to a place where her real body could kill her. A place without trees, of course.
"Do you like birds?" she asked conversationally, upon reaching Matilda. Here was where she was most thankful for her access to the so-called human Internet, and specifically to that list of common Earth creatures.
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She turned to look at the source of the noise. One park bench away, a number of birds hurried to peck at bits of human food that a human was tossing them. Completely uninteres–– wait a moment. Airachnid knew that human. She could recognize that ugly, fleshy face anywhere, considering how intensely she had burned it into her memory.
Matilda.
After a couple moments of recovering from the surprise of seeing Matilda here, Airachnid stowed her 100%-not-stolen laptop in her also-100%-not-stolen canvas bag, got up, and began walking towards Matilda's bench. Matilda wouldn't recognize her like this. She could try to dig for information about the girl. Weaknesses, places she frequented, a permanent residence –– she might even be able to build up enough of a sense of trust with this projection to lure Matilda to a place where her real body could kill her. A place without trees, of course.
"Do you like birds?" she asked conversationally, upon reaching Matilda. Here was where she was most thankful for her access to the so-called human Internet, and specifically to that list of common Earth creatures.