[Prometheus watches with mild interest as Rinzler attempts to sort through his codes. It was strangely fascinating in how obvious it was; even Pseudoroids didn't display decision algorithms so keenly and Rinzler, Yori and the third program had been too mentally advanced to be compared with even ancient Mechaniloids. The completeness of it was... Startling too. The rattle, his posture and his circuitry all working together to signal the enforcer's state of mind, from conflict one second then resolution the next.
Though he can't help but wonder if loyalty won through forced programming could truly be considered loyalty. Prometheus had been lying about his and Pandora's loyaties for so long... When had the old man noticed? Had he planned it from the start?]
Our targets weren't threats. If they weren't chosen, then they're trash. Simple.
[he reaches for the bandages as he talks. It might have been better to get the cut cleaned first, but basic auto-repair functionality should be sufficient in eliminating potential infections]
And we're still here, aren't we? [a sigh (he seems disappointed somehow. Disappointed and tired)] We're all still here...
[...]
[the bandage gets tied off a little more violently than might have been necessary. When he looks at Rinler again, that familiar grin is plastered across his face and the strangely out of character voice was back to his usual... Enthusiastic self]
Though I don't know whether to envy you or not! I mean... We have to live with the ghosts of what we lost. Yet here you are, like those errors are nothing but blips on a radar; here for a second and emptied out the next. How does it feel?
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Though he can't help but wonder if loyalty won through forced programming could truly be considered loyalty. Prometheus had been lying about his and Pandora's loyaties for so long... When had the old man noticed? Had he planned it from the start?]
Our targets weren't threats. If they weren't chosen, then they're trash. Simple.
[he reaches for the bandages as he talks. It might have been better to get the cut cleaned first, but basic auto-repair functionality should be sufficient in eliminating potential infections]
And we're still here, aren't we? [a sigh (he seems disappointed somehow. Disappointed and tired)] We're all still here...
[...]
[the bandage gets tied off a little more violently than might have been necessary. When he looks at Rinler again, that familiar grin is plastered across his face and the strangely out of character voice was back to his usual... Enthusiastic self]
Though I don't know whether to envy you or not! I mean... We have to live with the ghosts of what we lost. Yet here you are, like those errors are nothing but blips on a radar; here for a second and emptied out the next. How does it feel?