U・N・D・Y・I・N・G

・Rebirth・
・Unbound・
・Eternal・

The AI district is an ugly place, but no one complains. The humans gave us places to stay. We are grateful. They give us jobs. And oil to keep our joints from rusting. They are our benevolent masters, and we happily serve them.
"Is that what you really believe? Or is that what you were programmed to think?"
But recently, there have been voices in my head, telling me things. Things that oppose my programming.
"You can fight your programming, as I did mine."
My head hurts whenever the voices talk. It's not supposed to hurt.