07-09-2019, 08:26 PM
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/ hah np!
Machines had changed a lot. Machiavelli did not exactly pay too much attention to them as the years rolled by, but he knew progress had definitely advanced, and even more so in recent years. It used to be a long trek from a certain city to another certain city, but now loud metal flying machines made the trips so much easier and safer. He remembered faintly how the weapons of the world developed, and even warfare had undergone a change. Things were so much bloodier and destructive with each decade.
When the wolf android spoke, Machiavelli was aware that this was a piece of technology that was further advanced than anything he had seen on his earth. Obviously. But he could not shake the feeling that there must be some sort of living animal underneath. Feeling sympathy wasn't an emotion that frequently crossed his mind, but if this creature really was living, or had been living at some point, it must have been a great sacrifice. Machiavelli could not exactly fathom giving up his biological life in place of a mechanical one, even if his senses and skills would be enhanced. To be reduced into carrying out commands seemed rather restricting.
"It would seem so." Machiavelli answered, slowly raising himself from his crouching position, but keeping his distance. Just as a machine, the creature had a name based on a string of letters and numbers -- randomized or not Machiavelli could not tell. "My name is Machiavelli." He responded crisply. If he was perturbed at the notion of conversing with a piece of machine, he made no indication of it. But obviously, in his five hundred years of life, there was no way he could have seen himself doing this. This canine-like creature was the first contact he had made within this world so far. It would have been nice to stumble upon another flesh-and-blood like himself, but Machiavelli was used to his terrible fortune by now.
"Now, since you have asked me a question, I get to ask one to you, RK515. Where are you from?" He cut himself off just before he launched into a second question of "what is this place". He wouldn't say it in front of the robot (well, he was sure the robot wouldn't have feelings, but it was a force of habit to be somewhat polite to strangers - as you could never tell if one would be a friend or foe) but he wished he hadn't been banished to a world where cyborgs roamed the earth. The very nature of him was to protect the relics of humanity, of life. As far as he could tell, machines had no life. Therefore, he was not interested in what RK515 was or how he worked, but rather his background. Machiavelli was sure an animal could not have made something like this -- they should not dare manipulate one of their own into a series of code. Even sentient animals probably would be physically unable to complete a project such as this.
Machines had changed a lot. Machiavelli did not exactly pay too much attention to them as the years rolled by, but he knew progress had definitely advanced, and even more so in recent years. It used to be a long trek from a certain city to another certain city, but now loud metal flying machines made the trips so much easier and safer. He remembered faintly how the weapons of the world developed, and even warfare had undergone a change. Things were so much bloodier and destructive with each decade.
When the wolf android spoke, Machiavelli was aware that this was a piece of technology that was further advanced than anything he had seen on his earth. Obviously. But he could not shake the feeling that there must be some sort of living animal underneath. Feeling sympathy wasn't an emotion that frequently crossed his mind, but if this creature really was living, or had been living at some point, it must have been a great sacrifice. Machiavelli could not exactly fathom giving up his biological life in place of a mechanical one, even if his senses and skills would be enhanced. To be reduced into carrying out commands seemed rather restricting.
"It would seem so." Machiavelli answered, slowly raising himself from his crouching position, but keeping his distance. Just as a machine, the creature had a name based on a string of letters and numbers -- randomized or not Machiavelli could not tell. "My name is Machiavelli." He responded crisply. If he was perturbed at the notion of conversing with a piece of machine, he made no indication of it. But obviously, in his five hundred years of life, there was no way he could have seen himself doing this. This canine-like creature was the first contact he had made within this world so far. It would have been nice to stumble upon another flesh-and-blood like himself, but Machiavelli was used to his terrible fortune by now.
"Now, since you have asked me a question, I get to ask one to you, RK515. Where are you from?" He cut himself off just before he launched into a second question of "what is this place". He wouldn't say it in front of the robot (well, he was sure the robot wouldn't have feelings, but it was a force of habit to be somewhat polite to strangers - as you could never tell if one would be a friend or foe) but he wished he hadn't been banished to a world where cyborgs roamed the earth. The very nature of him was to protect the relics of humanity, of life. As far as he could tell, machines had no life. Therefore, he was not interested in what RK515 was or how he worked, but rather his background. Machiavelli was sure an animal could not have made something like this -- they should not dare manipulate one of their own into a series of code. Even sentient animals probably would be physically unable to complete a project such as this.