[Justice begins to lower his arms as the shirt evens out over his midsection.]
I ask myself that a lot. I wonder if he wanted to see...just what would happen. What would happen to a machine when faced with the fact that it had been a machine? When it had no means to know that it was ever any different? I thought when I found the passcode to unlock my helmet...I'd be free.
[But he wasn't free. The moment that the helmet came off, his reality became a cage, his body a prison. Everything he thought about himself, a question and a farce.]
It happens to people, too. If you're raised learning things are one way, only to be told things are another... it's not easy to deal with. Either way sounds just as cruel.
[He can't help but think of Luke and Van, of the mess of that whole stretch of years, of being blind to the whole thing until it fell apart.
...no. At least, I don't think I do. But I'm not sure I really know how it feels to hate.
[He hesitates.]
I'm not sure what a lot of it really means, anymore. It's confusing, and I still need time to understand all the things I never experienced before. But...he made me, even if he made me out of selfish reasons, and never treated me with kindness. So how could I really ever hate him completely?
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[Odd. Maybe it was some sort of sentience test.]
Well, you can always count on me for that, if nothing else. What kind of person would I be if I couldn't try to help someone I liked?
[And he's back on his feet, tapping at one of Justice's skinny little noodle arms with two fingers.]
Arms up. For real this time, okay?
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[Justice's chest puffs up as he raises his arms.]
Thanks, Guy. I...I'm really glad we're friends.
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[And he isn't just saying that because you are a robot
HE REALLY ISN'T DON'T LOOK AT HIM LIKE THAT WITH THOSE UNSEEING EYES
In one smooth motion, Guy eases the shirt up and over Justice's hands, shimmying it down their torso and adjusting it as he goes.]
Kind of a messed up game. You said you thought you were a real human, right? Why would someone do that to you?
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[Justice begins to lower his arms as the shirt evens out over his midsection.]
I ask myself that a lot. I wonder if he wanted to see...just what would happen. What would happen to a machine when faced with the fact that it had been a machine? When it had no means to know that it was ever any different? I thought when I found the passcode to unlock my helmet...I'd be free.
[But he wasn't free. The moment that the helmet came off, his reality became a cage, his body a prison. Everything he thought about himself, a question and a farce.]
It still hurts.
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It happens to people, too. If you're raised learning things are one way, only to be told things are another... it's not easy to deal with. Either way sounds just as cruel.
[He can't help but think of Luke and Van, of the mess of that whole stretch of years, of being blind to the whole thing until it fell apart.
...]
Do you hate him for that?
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[He hesitates.]
I'm not sure what a lot of it really means, anymore. It's confusing, and I still need time to understand all the things I never experienced before. But...he made me, even if he made me out of selfish reasons, and never treated me with kindness. So how could I really ever hate him completely?