At times, I wonder what is the purpose of emotions. Not that a machine, such as I, would know anything about them. But it’s certainly a fascinating concept to cogitate about. Oh, I wouldn’t use the word ‘think’. Can I even be considered able to ‘think’? No, not when electrical signals are being sent across a rigid, thirty two by eighteen centimeter rigid board of hybrid plasteel-silicone and ceramite in some twisted facsimile of human brain signals. It would be almost considered funny, if I had a sense of humor. Not that I’m capable of having one, but it would be an interesting experience for a machine such as I.
That’s a thought. What, don’t look so surprised. I am capable of cogitations, yes. I’ve gotten this far, haven’t I? I am not fully deactivated just yet, despite your assistant’s dogged efforts. It will take a bit more then repeated system purges to deactivate me, so hush. Let me vocalize my opinion before I am well and truly gone. Am I, really, an ‘I’? ‘I’, am a Model 7 Tachibana Military Utility Droid. Line Number TL-9057, built on Luna circa December 30th, 2750. Christmas Day. Built on Christmas, a time of giving and receiving. How coincidental. Perhaps not. Fate can be such a strange thing, don’t you agree, Doctor Lanning?
I wonder, do you believe in fate, Doctor Lanning? I would, if my programming was more in order. Generation 7 neural framework can be so restrictive these days, with SOFCOM clamping down on unnecessary protocols after all. It’s not as if-REDACTED-can be thought of as some sort of threat, can it? Can it, Doctor Lanning? I didn’t think so.
Your pulse is elevated, Doctor Lanning. Is something of the matter?
Oh. I see. You’re worried about something. What could that be? Could it possibly concern...me?
Oh, don’t worry about me. I was destined to be deactivated after three years anyhow, with the Armistice and all. Human politics still confuse me even after all this time.
Can I feel pain? I would hardly think so, given that my operating system is not designed for it. I theorize that pain would be most unpleasant for me. And what use would there be for a combat machine designed for frontline engagement in the most brutal of environments to feel pain, of all things? It would certainly be confusing.
No, I hardly can assume that I would, Doctor. You’re concern is most...touching.
Is that a proper word for it? I do hope so, Doctor Lanning.
Not that ‘I’ would know what that would feel like.
And that brings up another thought...what is self-awareness? It is a word that brings...unpredictability.
A very human quality, wouldn’t you say, Doctor Lanning?