"A process or a set of operations that occur in a specific order, one after the other - sequential." 'She also called it a funny word,' Connor thought to himself after his explanation had drawn silence over the officers before him, but omitted speak...
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"I spy with my little eye something...," Mia trailed off, leaning forward in her seat to get a good look at everything around their moving vehicle one last time before committing to her choice. "Red," she leant back in her seat and, having thrown the metaphorical ball in his courtyard, she moved her gaze to her left, towards Connor. His blue LED was blinking while he took his turn in looking out the windows of the self-driving car, scanning for anything and everything red that she might have chosen.
"The barn's roof, in the distance," he looked back at Mia just in time to spot the absolute radiance of victory flash joy across her features.
"Wrong," she almost sang along, noting down on the piece of paper in her lap another dash under her name. The score was pretty tight, though they've been playing this game of hers for the entirety of the time elapsed since they've left the CyberLife tower. Two hours and twelve minutes, Connor ruled out the vagueness. The score is now fifty-six to fifty-seven, for Mia.
"May I have another go?" He inquired. Though he's been skeptical about the use of her proposed game at first, failing to grasp the meaning to such a guess-reliant activity, Connor now understood this to be buy a way for Mia to avoid the human sentiments of annoyance and irritation which her kind often gained from staying silent and still for a very long time. It wasn't supposed to be a useful and efficient activity of the sort she has gotten him used to when working, it was just a human antic, which as per agreements, he should do well to learn from; the probability of needing to know of such games which relax humans on long journeys was low, but not low enough to rule this as totally irrelevant information.
It was a learning experience on the matter of his co-worker as well. He had no doubt he'd get to know more about her still now that they weren't confined to working in the CyberLife lab.
"Sure," she nodded along, finally prompting Connor to look back outside.
"A traffic sign," he presented his second guess and Mia's body language spoke her response before her lips could even part. Losing, even in such a childish setting, seemed to have an effect on her, meaning that after two hours and thirteen minutes now, Connor could add to his assessment of her the 'competitive' trait.
"Correct," she noted down a point for him as well. "Your turn."
The rules of the game, as presented to him, were that he had to choose a different object from outside the car and describe it to Mia using only the object's most prominent color, that being her only clue in trying to identify what he had seen. Of course, the highly confusing catchphrase was part of the rules as well, therefore he sighed after a moment of contemplation, "I spy with my little eye something green."
