He shivered, and wrapped his arms around himself. Not because of any real chill, but, more because it was a comfort. He did as indicated, though, looking around as if he expected something to explode, or leap out at him. And then he turned his attention to the other robot, watching in curious, concerned silence.
"What... happens to it, happens to the world?" he asked, testing to see if he understood. "And we're... we're written down in there somehow?"
It made it all sound inescapable. Unchangeable. As if there were nothing he could do to alter the course of his life -- just as it had been, back in Japan. How he'd tried, and the end result had been the same.
His optic widened a little, and he stared at the object held toward him for a long, silent moment.
It will be something that is distinctly different about you and he...
In that instant of memory, the words, and the thousand abrupt remembrances of moments he wasn't alone, he nearly refused. What right did he have, to change himself so completely from the one he was designed to live for? To separate himself.
-- I will not be killed.
But he'd already done that, hadn't he? In the instant he'd decided to flee. The day he decided to alter his engine, in order to survive. He was, already, irrevocably different.
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He shivered, and wrapped his arms around himself. Not because of any real chill, but, more because it was a comfort. He did as indicated, though, looking around as if he expected something to explode, or leap out at him. And then he turned his attention to the other robot, watching in curious, concerned silence.
"What... happens to it, happens to the world?" he asked, testing to see if he understood. "And we're... we're written down in there somehow?"
It made it all sound inescapable. Unchangeable. As if there were nothing he could do to alter the course of his life -- just as it had been, back in Japan. How he'd tried, and the end result had been the same.
His optic widened a little, and he stared at the object held toward him for a long, silent moment.
It will be something that is distinctly different about you and he...
In that instant of memory, the words, and the thousand abrupt remembrances of moments he wasn't alone, he nearly refused. What right did he have, to change himself so completely from the one he was designed to live for? To separate himself.
-- I will not be killed.
But he'd already done that, hadn't he? In the instant he'd decided to flee. The day he decided to alter his engine, in order to survive. He was, already, irrevocably different.
Forgive me, please, Shadowmaru.
He held out his hand.
It shook.