Snippet #2419273

“Perhaps” Her tone was careful.

She could sense movement and tensed some, her head turned, as if to get a better position for hearing. The slight creak as the plastic chair was relieved from strain and settled back into its original position told her he was on his feet. A shuffle, a rustle, the sound of fabric stretching and folding and rubbing as he straightened up.

“I wouldn’t describe a certain primitive intelligence to be consciousness.”

Take it? Take what? A breeze tumbled through the air, carrying the fragrance of the flower along with it on its journey. She inhaled faintly, breathing in the rare perfume. Taking into account the direction the wind had blown from she reached out a hand and found the flower without much fumbling.

She twisted the stem between her thumb and forefinger, making the blossom twirl then shed a loose petal without her noticing.

“For example, I doubt this flower can discern self from other through introspection and reason.”

“And what of your ‘mass of organic gloop’?” She began inquisitively with a sort of cockiness.