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As it seems this cold in the ship is not affecting me as much as others here, I would be happy to offer assistance to anyone suffering from the drop in temperature. I do not require the extra gloves and wrap provided by the captains, and any extra blankets in my quarters are welcome to others.

I am located on Mero Deck, #10.

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I am not familiar with those terms. [He's been called a 'robot' before, but knows that's not accurate either.] I existed inside a computer system before being brought here... I know I take the form of my User, but I am a program.

[He holds his hand closer, turning the palm up, then down.] My suit is coded onto my identity disc; I can remove it like that. It's not like the clothing here. [It had taken him some time to get used to manually putting clothes on and taking them off when he first arrived... it was an immense relief to have his gridsuit re-coded onto his disc.]

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I… don’t really follow. [As far as Zam knows, computer programs don’t take physical forms. One can upload them into a robot or android body, but the data itself is just that: abstract, intangible data.

Neither does he follow the man’s explanation about an “identity disc.” All he understands is that it’s advanced and probably--] Uh, do you have a fever or… whatever programs get? [He can feel the heat emanating from the man’s hand from where he sits. It’s… really distracting honestly. Zam reaches forward with his own hand, stopping just short of touching Tron, his fingers splayed a few inches above the other man’s hand. It’s like putting his hand next to a space heater and after hours of sitting in what to his cold-blooded sensibilities is numbing cold, he can't help but make a little involuntary hum of relief.] You’re really hot.

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It's hard to explain to someone not familiar with my world. [Tron's mouth turns down a bit in a frown, but he moves on as Zam comments on the heat radiating from his circuits.]

I am operating within temperature parameters... [He trails off as he realizes how the warmth from his circuits must feel to someone who is very, very cold. He doesn't really want to get into explaining how his circuits bleed off the heat from his processes, nor the way his "breathing" is simply a cooling mechanism as well. Warmth is usually the opposite problem for programs; too much, and he will shut down. Sharing warmth has never been a thought to cross his mind, but now...]

Can it help you? [Raising his hand a bit, he curls his fingers around Zam's, the chill from the other instantly obvious.]

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[Zam tenses at the initial surprise of the man’s fingers closing around his, but quickly relaxes as heat from the program’s skin seeps into his own. His eyes close and he sighs contentedly.] I’ll be honest, this is probably the first time I’ve been able to feel my fingers in the last few hours.

[His eyes open again at Tron’s question.] Yeah, it can. [A smile pulls at his lips.] Though I guess now I should ask how exactly programs feel about personal space.

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If I can do something to help, then I do not mind. [Though it's a bit uncomfortable to have his circuits touched directly, Tron would not leave someone suffering if he can help.]

[The... other effect of circuit-touch shouldn't be an issue, either. He shouldn't react to Zam, as he doesn't know him enough for attraction.]

Here, I'll get under the blankets with you for now. Will that be good? [He's already moving to do just that, tugging back the blankets a bit to slide into the bunk behind Zam.]

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Sure. [He’s certainly not going to protest. He scoots forward to allow Tron space to sit. Zam himself has very few compunctions about personal space and even if he had more, he’s more concerned with maintaining his body temperature at the moment. He gives a sigh of relief as he feels the blankets gradually warm from the program’s circuits.]

I take it programs weren’t generally used as makeshift space heaters where you’re from?

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[Tron smiles at that, settling in behind Zam with one arm draped around him. He lets more of his gridsuit fade away, the black "fabric" disappearing in pixel patterns over his arms and chest, revealing more of the more intricate pattern of circuits on his skin.]

No, I'll have to say this is a first experience for me.

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[Zam settles contentedly against him, letting his head rest against the program’s shoulder. He doesn’t seem at all bothered by the close contact; Zam’s not the type to be squeamish about physical intimacy, and even if they were, they’re too damn comfortable now to care.]

If power outages like this become the norm, it might not be the last. [He closes his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.] Sorry in advance if I fall asleep on you.

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I'd be glad to assist again, should that be the case. [Tron shifts more comfortably on the pillows, allowing Zam to rest against him. He hasn't been this close to anyone in a long time, but he finds that it's not unpleasant. Zam is warming against him, and though his circuits are exposed, he's not uncomfortable.]

I won't mind if you fall asleep. I can go into recharge mode myself if you do.