[Ah yes, the good old chalkboard. Now that's the kind of technology Carlisle can understand. The holographic projection of planet Earth that Qubit produces for him, on the other hand... not so much.
Despite knowing good and well that Qubit wouldn't deliberately harm him, Carlisle nearly falls out of his chair as the projection springs up before him, managing to duck the entirety of his body beneath the table in a matter of seconds. He peers back over the edge, his glowing eyes still unfocused, but locked onto the hologram.]
What is that? What is that? It's- it's fine, obviously, as you made it, but what is it?
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Date: 2020-05-03 10:14 pm (UTC)Despite knowing good and well that Qubit wouldn't deliberately harm him, Carlisle nearly falls out of his chair as the projection springs up before him, managing to duck the entirety of his body beneath the table in a matter of seconds. He peers back over the edge, his glowing eyes still unfocused, but locked onto the hologram.]
What is that? What is that? It's- it's fine, obviously, as you made it, but what is it?