"Limitations?" China glanced back towards Solomon. "Was I supposed to include some? Pity. I completely forgot."
It would do, she decided. It would do for now. There were several additions she wanted to make, flight and increased flexibility among them. But as a basic defense force until that could be arranged? It would do. She stood and watched the stone angel watch Solomon unblinkingly, completely unbothered by its more intimidating aspects even if it was only because China knew exactly what made it tick. She'd written exactly what made it tick. The trepidation in Solomon's voice, on the other hand, was completely understandable. China wondered how much of the angel he could see - and what, specifically, translated into his new world of sight.
"It won't talk," she answered more seriously. "None of them will. That's a basic precaution. They'll recognise and obey the Irish Elders without question. That might even run a little deeper than the Cleavers did - obeying your intent, for example, rather than solely spoken commands. They'll also recognise anyone on the Sanctuary's payroll. Obeying them is a different matter, but I'm anxious to hear of any complaints you might have as you start using them."
Honestly, there was every chance in the world these angels would revolt. China was only animating them. She wasn't giving them personality, she wasn't individualising them; she was leaving them a lot more free range in their behaviour than she was strictly comfortable with. That was, again, another reason the Cleavers were such a brilliant idea - reflections of Bliss would never have a thought that Bliss himself wouldn't have. She was, very basically, leaving these angels' antics up to interpretation - the interpretation of worldwide belief. Theoretically strong and unshakeable, but China had her doubts. You could never count on something so immaterial as belief.
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It would do, she decided. It would do for now. There were several additions she wanted to make, flight and increased flexibility among them. But as a basic defense force until that could be arranged? It would do. She stood and watched the stone angel watch Solomon unblinkingly, completely unbothered by its more intimidating aspects even if it was only because China knew exactly what made it tick. She'd written exactly what made it tick. The trepidation in Solomon's voice, on the other hand, was completely understandable. China wondered how much of the angel he could see - and what, specifically, translated into his new world of sight.
"It won't talk," she answered more seriously. "None of them will. That's a basic precaution. They'll recognise and obey the Irish Elders without question. That might even run a little deeper than the Cleavers did - obeying your intent, for example, rather than solely spoken commands. They'll also recognise anyone on the Sanctuary's payroll. Obeying them is a different matter, but I'm anxious to hear of any complaints you might have as you start using them."
Honestly, there was every chance in the world these angels would revolt. China was only animating them. She wasn't giving them personality, she wasn't individualising them; she was leaving them a lot more free range in their behaviour than she was strictly comfortable with. That was, again, another reason the Cleavers were such a brilliant idea - reflections of Bliss would never have a thought that Bliss himself wouldn't have. She was, very basically, leaving these angels' antics up to interpretation - the interpretation of worldwide belief. Theoretically strong and unshakeable, but China had her doubts. You could never count on something so immaterial as belief.