[Serph tilts his head at the surprising surge in emotion.
Who would want to be human, anyway? They all did, at least all of his remaining comrades who made it out of the Junkyard. They damn well couldn't go back to that empty, unfeeling existence, even though it meant they had to experience suffering. If that is what it took to experience joy, they would go through that hell again and again.
Serph doesn't know what a bot is but he is flesh and bone and data, just like everyone else in the world.]
They wanted to put us into microchips. Implanted into soldiers.
[Serph shakes his head.]
We tore open the gates to Nirvana and left our simulation. This body is mine.
[While Serph's even tone doesn't change for most of his speech, there is a vehement determination in the final statement. If there's one thing he's certain of now, it's that no matter the complicated circumstances of his creation, he is no longer that person. His mind and body have since been cleaved in half, but he is still him.]
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Who would want to be human, anyway? They all did, at least all of his remaining comrades who made it out of the Junkyard. They damn well couldn't go back to that empty, unfeeling existence, even though it meant they had to experience suffering. If that is what it took to experience joy, they would go through that hell again and again.
Serph doesn't know what a bot is but he is flesh and bone and data, just like everyone else in the world.]
They wanted to put us into microchips. Implanted into soldiers.
[Serph shakes his head.]
We tore open the gates to Nirvana and left our simulation. This body is mine.
[While Serph's even tone doesn't change for most of his speech, there is a vehement determination in the final statement. If there's one thing he's certain of now, it's that no matter the complicated circumstances of his creation, he is no longer that person. His mind and body have since been cleaved in half, but he is still him.]