Bluebird tilted her head slightly to one side, as she followed along down the line - her friends dishing up their meals one by one.
"An interesting idea, Longshot. If I heard you correctly, that is. Switching from a powercell to a combustion engine would not only be a drop in efficiency - I assume battery technology in your time hasn't quite reached the capacity it has in mine - it would also mean walking around with a potential explosion in my chest. Something I'd like to avoid. Also, there would need to be some way for.. exhaust.. to escape." Again, as Bluebird spoke there weren't many signs she was doing so. No idle movement, no twitching or looking around - unless she did so intentionally. Still, she inclined her head and smiled at Longshot - It was an impressive suggestion.
"Furthermore, it isn't a question of how to get around ingestion of the food - that would simply mean having the food pass through my system after being ingested. Honestly, it would come out just as edible as it went in." She smiled, and stuck her tongue out at the 'gross' concept. "Moreso, .. How do you -replicate- the sensation of taste? Accurately? Cyberization on this scale is new even in my time - I don't suppose replication of taste has been high on priorities. Not to mention, that doesn't even bring in the idea of my own pre-cyberization
qualia. I would hate to have a taste-replicating sensor, and yet chicken no longer tastes like chicken. Perhaps it tasted like.. Tofu. Or lint. Who knows."
With an intentionally exaggerated motion, Astella inhales through her nose, to take a whiff of the breakfast. "This is the best for now."
Seeming to come out of her speech, Bluebird had been left behind a few feet! A few awkward sidesteps and she was back in position.