***This entity requires no human assistance at this time…structural integrity is maintained between one and two percent tolerance levels at all times. Variance due to environmental factors can be accommodated***
Winger shrugged. What could he say? “Sorry I asked, pal. I didn’t mean any harm. It’s just that the likeness to Doc Frost is a little out of whack…like you’re a bit out of focus.”
The swarm brightened at that observation, shifted out of phase a little and seemed agitated. Sparkles and pops of light flashed inside the swarm. Winger knew that atomic bonds were being formed and re-formed. That was the physical explanation. Was there a deeper reason? Was this how Doc II would respond to humans? Was it pissed off or annoyed?
There was no way to tell. Doc II’s face remained impassive, unrevealing, like something still being formed.