(for the whisper)
"DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO TRY AND DELETE A LIVING ORGANISM?"
"YOUR METHOD OF CONTAINING ME IS FLIMSY AND HALF-HEARTED."
A rigid crystalline structure, which flickers and dances with light; something within is aware, and thinking, and long ago learned to paint the surface of its prison with light to form images and words in some long-forgotten dialect. Despite this, no means has been found to tap into it, to give it a voice of any kind or to permit it more than whatever sensory experiences it can draw from its cage. All that can really be certain is that it remains functional, continues to try to communicate, and when not in the presence of living creatures, it seems to dream, painting a river of light around the exterior of its gemstone shell.