[ His brow wrinkles at that. That's... kind of extreme, isn't it? Even their enemies back home were things like corruption, exploitation, the puppet-mastering types. Not mass murder. ]
Kill us... why would they want to do that? [ Machines to him are like, toasters. Some angry robots in a person's heart. Not real, whole constructs—they are things of dreams and fiction. Long way to go before he can hope to understand this. ] Had we wronged them in some way?
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Kill us... why would they want to do that? [ Machines to him are like, toasters. Some angry robots in a person's heart. Not real, whole constructs—they are things of dreams and fiction. Long way to go before he can hope to understand this. ] Had we wronged them in some way?