It’s not, in fact, one he’s eager to hear. Sure, it’s consistent with... what he’s pretty sure Catherine just said, that this simulation gave her the body she thinks she should have. It makes more sense than simply being a construction using their memories.
Unlike Catherine, however, Simon doesn’t need a better hypothesis before deciding this one can’t possibly be right because he doesn’t like it.
“Why would I?” he shoots back, and even though he’s confident in his answer, something about the idea makes him uneasy. That he could internalize himself as anything other than human. That one of these bodies could get a foothold in his identity. “You’ve worn them. Would you want to live in one? It’s so... claustrophobic.”
Even acknowledging it (and, though unspoken, the whole dead body thing) makes it makes it impossible to sit still, which is just as well. Simon stands and crosses the room, hand to the wall, looking for tells, breaks in the simulation, that he didn’t find before- and doesn’t expect to find now, but the topic’s made him curious. A little bitter, maybe, that they have nothing to compare this to, but there’s nowhere to direct that now.
“Didn’t think anything would make me miss the diving suit,” he adds... almost too quietly to be heard. Look, as habits go, talking to somebody who doesn’t have ears anchored to a specific part of the room really just got its claws in.
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Unlike Catherine, however, Simon doesn’t need a better hypothesis before deciding this one can’t possibly be right because he doesn’t like it.
“Why would I?” he shoots back, and even though he’s confident in his answer, something about the idea makes him uneasy. That he could internalize himself as anything other than human. That one of these bodies could get a foothold in his identity. “You’ve worn them. Would you want to live in one? It’s so... claustrophobic.”
Even acknowledging it (and, though unspoken, the whole dead body thing) makes it makes it impossible to sit still, which is just as well. Simon stands and crosses the room, hand to the wall, looking for tells, breaks in the simulation, that he didn’t find before- and doesn’t expect to find now, but the topic’s made him curious. A little bitter, maybe, that they have nothing to compare this to, but there’s nowhere to direct that now.
“Didn’t think anything would make me miss the diving suit,” he adds... almost too quietly to be heard. Look, as habits go, talking to somebody who doesn’t have ears anchored to a specific part of the room really just got its claws in.