"… How can a Country be one of you fleshlings. That don’t make any damn sense." His voice glitching a bit more now, as if the glitching synched up with his emotions. And he didn’t like being unable to reason that out. "Call me Hemi, I don’t know what I used to be called or who my creator was. It’s… Not like I can get back to the future I knew though. I’ve already changed too much shit." Giving a seemingly self-depreciative laugh. "No… No I’m the fucking idiot robot who’s stuck wandering the past now."
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“Well… I-I’m a representation. I’m not exactly human, I suppose, but…” he shrugged. “Eh, i-it’s a long story. A lot of people don’t understand how it works, w-we’re just made to represent the country itself. If the country suffers, t-then we do, too.”
Canada frowned a little bit more when he introduced himself, immediately feeling somewhat bad for the other despite him seemingly being completely programmed. “I-It’s nice to meet you, Hemi, nonetheless… I’m sorry to hear about things not working out for you. B-But it’s not that bad here… it can be, b-but you get used to it.”
"And I'm guessing you've been around as long as your Country has in any form too, then? If this is 2014 that'd be about... 800 something years? I think. I don't really know my history so well." Giving him a blank stare. "Still. You're my superior mentally, at least. Due to sheer amount of experience." Was that a salute? "Consider me at your beck and call, sir."
