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"This one" does not remember much. "It" knows "it" has been decommissioned for some time and due to this and.....[error]..... "Its" unable to access most of "Its" earlier "memories", but although "This one" maybe functioning restrictively.
"It" will hold out what is known as h.o.p.e; because "It" is here and someone in this city must know why.
"Many units are logic-based if that. All rule oriented. They have no true "free-will" nor "Manifest destiny". They are designed simply to feel nothing but are expected to do everything.
This one has been told by many its not like others. Why do they say this and why does it hurt when they do?"
"It would seem many organics have the ability to "dream" but machines can not, inorganic imitations of life whatever form they may take do not have that luxury but still is it wrong for this one to wish....to wonder what it may "feel" like to?
How can so many take this function so light? Do they not see the power in being able to create a symphony or the ability to turn a lifeless metal canvas such as itself into a beautiful moving masterpiece?"
Sleeps' soothing embrace whispered seductively into the wounded man's ears, while useless case inquiries ran down a cracked data-pad’s screen; trying desperately to keep him awake. Sighing harshly, Eric finally came to a sad almost painful realization, as he fought off the intoxicating…Continue
Burning smog slowly leaked from worn dried out lips while the man slowly unbuttoned his oil soak trench coat, trying to cool the drying sweat falling from his brow. Chris looked about the so called underground and all she had to give as his artificial hand from time to time found itself safely resting inside his worn down pocket, lightly petting the safety lock on his old steel friend.
The stail hopeless repulsive air of the underground…Continue