❛Machines sure enjoy repeating themselves,❜ 9S utters once him and 2B finished off with another group, shaking his head at their cries. All useless words when said by machines, whom didn’t even understand the full meaning of them. Really, he’d think it’d be best if they kept silent the whole way, makes the entire process much more easier for everyone.
❛They don’t even get what they’re saying! Like, revenge? Love? That’s far too complicated for mere machines to get.❜ Their own job for now was complete at least, and no matter how much he griped about it, the moving rusty bolts will continue to access their data banks for words to repeat.
❛Machines have to know what hate is for revenge. And love is just…complicated. It’s…hmm.❜ The scanner model paused, pod floating silently near his back, in a thinking pose. ❛Well…whatever. You know how revenge goes, we’ve lost so many comrades during this war. But what about love, 2B? Anyone ever got your attention before?❜ He’s going to assume no, a definitely not, since she always appeared so stern to focusing on the mission while staying cold towards any feelings. Couldn’t stop his curiosity however.
The words sounded meaningless. The machines shouldn’t understand family, yet some of them fought in a closer-knit group than a war band. It could be reasoned away as being connected to the network. Pascal’s village functioned closer to the human villages she read about than the Resistance Camp. There were “families” and houses.
They must’ve heard the words from somewhere. The human-like bots could have taught them. However, it appeared they liked acting superior to their brethren. She’d never heard of them helping each other. Somewhere else. The androids’ data banks or the city ruins.
“Machines not wanting to die. That’s unheard of.” She quickly agreed. These ones cared about if they lived or died. Repeating these phrases as if they mattered in the end. They were still their enemy. They had orders.
“To enact revenge you have to care.” She’d struck many a machine down in the name of her squad-mates. Death didn’t feel as real to them. As long as there was a body was waiting for them and the black boxes were activated.
Love? If it was possible to blush, she would be close to doing so already. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t have time. Everyone I care about dies.” She wasn’t about to admit her feelings for 9S. He caught her attention multiple times. He helped her understand the meaning of “fun”, breaking up the monotony of her existence. Giving her a new meaning and purpose to her life.
