Nikki stepped closer to the island, staring at the perfectly diced green onions floating in the golden broth.
A-01 didn't look up from the pot. He adjusted the heat by a micro-fraction.
"Yes," he replied, his tone as clipped and professional as if he were discussing a drone strike. "The protein structures in the avian meat have denatured to the optimal tenderness."
English that Nikki would always have a problem trying to understand.
Though she went to school.
Nikki leaned against the counter, crossing her arms over the oversized black t-shirt she was wearing. "That's not what I meant. I mean... why? Yesterday you were crushing skulls. Today you're making soup. What got into you this morning for you to cook for me?"
A-01 paused. The wooden spoon stopped its rhythmic circling.
He turned slowly to face her. The [Heart Protocol] bar hovering above his head flickered from a calm BLUE to a turbulent, static-filled PURPLE.
