Her camera turns, very slowly, to look at him. There is a moment while she struggles with the focus, and then gives it up for a bad job. Fifteen thousand years in hard vacuum had done the hardware no favors, and it had not been intended for close-up photography even then. He's human, or at least humanoid, that's good enough for now.
"Almost definitely not," She tells him, drily.
That was, perhaps a bit abrupt. The voice is, of course, not coming from the space probe herself, but from the little communications device attached to it. Convenient, that, since while she definitely has limbs, her magnetoscope isn't exactly useful for manipulating mobile devices.
"Then again, I just agreed to join what's turned out to be some kind of inter-dimensional space race so, anything's possible, I guess. Where were you in 1970?"
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"Almost definitely not," She tells him, drily.
That was, perhaps a bit abrupt. The voice is, of course, not coming from the space probe herself, but from the little communications device attached to it. Convenient, that, since while she definitely has limbs, her magnetoscope isn't exactly useful for manipulating mobile devices.
"Then again, I just agreed to join what's turned out to be some kind of inter-dimensional space race so, anything's possible, I guess. Where were you in 1970?"