A Normal Skin Color
As fervent as his rage might have been, Jake knew all too well that no declaration or threat would amount to anything in the absence of the man at its focus. Time, relentless and unforgiving, continued its steady march, and the prognosis for the disciples and his companions grew ever more uncertain.
Shoving aside the cloud of his dark thoughts, Jake addressed Siri, which had just recovered from the accidental psychic assault on her electronic chip, with a growl. "I ask you one last time: android or organic for your replacement vessel? Either way, it's only temporary."
Without missing a beat, Siri responded with resolution, "I stand by my choice. If you affirm that the organic body you can lend me can support my consciousness, then I will trust you on this matter."
"Very well. Any specific requests regarding your future appearance?"
Siri seemed to hesitate for a moment over this dilemma. Sensing Jake's impatient gaze, she eventually murmured, "The same as before?"