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Then it’s agreement.
I am in accordance with Isaac’s terms.
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Then it’s agreement.
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So you’ll help too?
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*Doesn’t respond*
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*Sighs*
I still hate making enemies...
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Nobody here can. That’s all you need to know it’s a facade.
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More importantly, do you really want to live in a world where you can manufacture souls?
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Do you really think Data would have converted over my soul, poorly, if there was a way to make a real digital soul from scratch? It's not possible.
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I mean, right?
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She was only ever an unfeeling collection of programs that hooked into my soul like a parasite. Data used me to give those ones and zeroes the appearance of a soul, but she was no more alive—
*Motions to Tempo and Rhythm*
—than either of these two are. And faced with that reality, it's no wonder it couldn't recover from that kind of error state.
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Now what in the world do you mean "no more alive than them"? Just because you all lack flesh and blood doesn't make you unalive. You're people.
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*Without taking my gaze off the stranger*
No.
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*Huffs*
Long story...
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They don’t—belong to you.
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I need those programs.
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A trade... I’ll trade you answers.
*Steadies on arm against my thigh, and holds up my index finger on my other hand, projecting a translucent rhomboid crawling through a rotation*
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You can have them when we're done.