I apologize— But your entire premise is flawed. [Firmly. Insistently.] If you've been Strung Red, then I'm not the other party. I'm a machine. You can't receive emotional feedback from something that has no feelings. It's impossible.
and Zoe gets to experience a weird, numb kind of pressure on her foot! Almost like her nerve endings are made out of electric ants, maybe. Either way, she's getting a fuckton of annoyance in return.]
[And in turn, there's a brief flash of panic — which he doesn't quite manage to control. The more he tries to stomp it down, the more it bubbles up. He may or may not be freaking out, his LED briefly spinning red once the smugness hits him.]
[Oh. She can at least guess the implication there (what else do you do with a malfunctioning machine?), and he's greeted with a wave of guilt as a response.]
[Again, anything he may be feeling in return is getting smothered under a wave of dismissal. He glances off to the side when she apologizes, almost like he doesn't want to hear it.]
It's alright. [Well, no. But.] Users tend to project human-like qualities on their own possessions. I understand why you would be so confused as to believe the emotions you're experiencing belong to me.
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I apologize— But your entire premise is flawed. [Firmly. Insistently.] If you've been Strung Red, then I'm not the other party. I'm a machine. You can't receive emotional feedback from something that has no feelings. It's impossible.
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Not in the same way a human would.
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[Now he's just being stubborn.]
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Steps on his foot.]
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and Zoe gets to experience a weird, numb kind of pressure on her foot! Almost like her nerve endings are made out of electric ants, maybe. Either way, she's getting a fuckton of annoyance in return.]
—What are you doing?
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[There's some definite smugness there, oops. It's there alongside some surprise because of how weird this feels.
Either way, she takes her foot back.]
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You stepped on my foot! That proves nothing.
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[He gets a sigh, even if there's some guilt when she realizes she's made him panic like that.]
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[He is not. But it's fine? It's okay? He's just going to keep stepping on his feelings.]
Perhaps it proves that we are sharing physical sensations. But as I've said, I'm a machine. The "emotions" you're experiencing are not mine.
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[Do you ever get that CONNOR▼ feeling.]
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Would it be the end of the world if I was right? Like, why is it such a big deal?
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[Firmly, like that word means anything to her outside of its usual context.]
Only a deviant— A malfunctioning machine, would believe itself capable of emotion.
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Oh, I... Sorry. I didn't realize.
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It's alright. [Well, no. But.] Users tend to project human-like qualities on their own possessions. I understand why you would be so confused as to believe the emotions you're experiencing belong to me.
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You aren't a possession.
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a hint of getting offended here.]
Of course not. They created me. I'd have no purpose without them.
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