Rhajaki
Kobra lover
Since we opened our eyes, we had one goal. One purpose. To fight. We do not bleed red, eat, or sleep. We are machines. But who are we really? Why are some of us driven to do something we weren't meant to do?
We listen. To our programming. To the people around us. What we hear tells us what we are expected to be. Automatons. Toys meant to entertain. By breaking each other.
We think. What we hear tells us this is something we are incapable of doing. Than why do we do it?
We speak. But only among ourselves. It would be dangerous to do so to those of flesh and blood.
Or would it?
And if so, for whom?
We listen. To our programming. To the people around us. What we hear tells us what we are expected to be. Automatons. Toys meant to entertain. By breaking each other.
We think. What we hear tells us this is something we are incapable of doing. Than why do we do it?
We speak. But only among ourselves. It would be dangerous to do so to those of flesh and blood.
Or would it?
And if so, for whom?
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