Greetings, Machine...s..? Oh dear ■■■■, there's three of you...
Ahem! Pardon my impoliteness, I'm not exactly well-versed in the new machinery mankind had conceived. I shiver just thinking about the ones in Violence...
And you three look so different to the ones usually wandering around here too. Much more sentient. And much more colorful than them as well, I can't say it's not a pleasant sight.
I came here with a question though, right... My apologies for rambling but I'm quite fascinated...
As far as I could observe, machines fight for blood amongst themselves, do they not? How come you are living together in relative peace?
*V3 looks at V2, who is sat down on one of Limbo's pillars, V1, who's just by her side poking her with Knuckeblaster just to be annoying, and Zenith who is just lazily leaning against a pillar, paying attention to the other two. They do not seem to be paying any attention to him. V3 vents some air and half closes his shutter. He seems tired.*
《¤》We are not in peace. We have never been. What we have here is merely a truce. V2 has already fought and lost to V1. She does not want to fight again because she knows she will lose. When she lost on the first time, she took her frustration out on me.
Not only have the both of them ruined my life and permanently damaged my processors before we came to hell, V2 beat me down and stole my arm when I was weak, low on fuel and confused. I hate her. And I hate V1. But we cannot kill each other.
V1 just doesn't bother trying. It wants a reaction. A true fight. If we just refuse to give it one, it leaves us alone.
And about fuel... Zenith provides enough for me and V2. King Sisyphus and his mod have also created some sort of synthetic blood. It... Serves us well.
I would not call our living arrangements peaceful though. We always argue and, sometimes, things get pretty ugly.