i lied i've been somehow completely unproductive during normal hours

Water is the font of life. Just about every living thing needs some of it. If there's a human instinct that remains in that machine, it will be the impulse for water.

"Was Omer given a charge before being dropped here?" You asked aloud, as you stepped over branches.

Fahy skips behind you. "Nah, just left to sit in the torch a bit. Part of it was to see how efficient it was in artificial light, rather than actual sunlight. If this was enough to get it moving if it had nothin' else." They call the sun down here a torch - accurate.

"Then he's going to be eating. Consuming something." It would be proper until you figure out if it has a soul in it or not, but if a boat is a woman you can call this thing a man. "I'm not sure he's realized what he can eat. If he has a clue on the charge the... what do you call this? A suit?"

"Vessel," Katriina notes from your earpiece. "The machine body is a vessel for a machine soul. And yes, Omer should have an idea that the vessel is hungry, and the idea that sunlight and other biomatter provide sustenance."

She can't see you nodding. Either way, you demand Fahy lower his tone. Though Saemus has no skill in tracking in this regard, he's very good at keeping quiet as you begin slipping through the artificial grove, a heavy shadow of the boughs painting the forest a dim almost-blue color.