Sing Me To The Stars (DISCONTINUED)
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"You're our last hope"...
Why? Why did it need to be here?
What purpose did it serve other than the reckless slaughter of machines and bringing down the newly twice-dead? Who were they to be Judge, Jury and Executioner for all the beings it faced opposition from? Unless it were necessary, it didn't see the point in slaughter. What was worse; it was built solely for that purpose. Perhaps the hypocrisy of giving a robot built for senseless massacre the ability to feel had kicked into their processors. Assessing the scene, the circumstances and the infinite possibilities of what was to come in this literal hell-scape, it's solution was clear.
Neutrality. No slaughter unless situation critical. To adopt a purely Laissez-Faire approach unless directly threatened.
Surely nothing could come from this...
Correct?...
This was going to be Hell...
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