Re: Attack of the Trees
Dolores tilted her head at the question, then looked down at her hands, inspecting her palms and then the backs of them, and there was maybe a ghost of a feeling but nothing she could identify. “No,” she answered. But there must have been a reason he was asking. “I don’t think so?”
There seemed to be a gap in her memory, something happened that she didn’t have access to. She’d been outside, and now she was not, and if Dolores was capable she’d be far more concerned. But her programming smoothed the inconsistencies over, blocked out the incident with the attacking trees. She smiled. “Sorry, I’m not quite feeling myself.”