Neomorph Sketchbook sketch

THE DID UNACTRUCTURED SHOT

"Breathe a horse in your nostrils, and it will be yours for life." You just need to come close. To deserve his respect.

David was aware of the presence of the captain, but the ominous and beautiful creature before him occupied all attention. No, not sinister. Creepy, even timid. Curious. A graceful paw, gently pulling back the curtain, repeating David's movements. A person, without the usual human traits, but clearly expressing interest.

The Android did not immediately realize the threat - criminal carelessness, inexcusable naivety ... as if he had forgotten what people are! The fact that the man hesitated with the shot, gave David time to understand that he unwittingly substituted the neo-morph for the blow. The green spot of the sight danced on the white skin of the creature, where people have a heart. And the neo-morphs, too. If Oram pulls the trigger ...

- Do not shoot…

Pushing forward, knocking out weapons - no, too far, too long. Now David had only words. Words against the rifle. Words of android against man. And belated realization that he knows people not as well as he would like now, when the life of the neomorph is dependent on his actions ... and, possibly, his own.