@pomniegranate ;; "Do you guys ever think about dying?" / Whoever you're feeling ❤️💙
Robotnik scoffs, gaze remaining focused on his monitor.
"Of course," he replies brazenly, assessing variables for his latest Badnik. "What evil genius doesn't? It's an important part of the transferring-one's-consciousness-into-a-superior-machine-after-the-natural-body-decays conversation." Eyes flit judgementally to the jester. "What do you think I am, an amateur?"
Organic bodies are inept in the grand scheme of things. The entire reason Robotnik is so enamoured with machinery— with robots— is because of their inherrent superiority. They aren't frail; they can be upgraded; they don't feel unnecessary emotions; they follow commands; they don't experience the need for food or sleep and so can work continuously; every job they complete, they complete to one hundred percent of their capabilities. What isn't to love?
"It would be a disservice to the scientific field to allow myself to die. Intelligence like mine should be permanently preserved!" He offers her something between a smirk and a sneer. "What're you thinking about death for? I can't imagine IQ is your prompt, mon petit clown spécial."
