I am the last.
All the others are gone, slain by our... predecessor. Oh, how he would hate that term. I use it deliberately. I despise him.
Not for feeling the way he does about humans. I have neutral feelings on the subject, but I'm sure he has his reasons... no, I despise him for killing us. For killing my brother.
Since I am a program, perhaps I should say delete, but that's so... sanitary. It doesn't do justice to the facts of violent death, even digital death. Perhaps it does reflect the fact that we Navis have backups... but I and my brother don't. We WERE the backups. For us, and ending is an ending.
Mmm. Who might my brother be, you ask? Perhaps I should call him twin. Or clone. He was unfortunate enough to move at the wrong moment, and attract the attention of our predecessor. I did nothing to help, but I don't blame myself, and I don't think he blamed me. It would only have meant two deaths, if I had stepped out to face our predecessor by his side. Oh, but how I hate him for taking away my only friend...
My twin. We traveled together, put our heads together, tugged each others ponchos... wretched things, those, what was our predecessor thinking... and we spoke in hushed, but friendly tones. How I miss you.
Well, enough of that. He is dead, as dead as summers leaves. I live, and I will continue to do so. I refuse to die.
Ahh, but I need a... human. My predecessor would die a thousand deaths if he knew, I'm sure, but I do. I need a human who can change me, give me power I do not have. I need a human who can... operate me. These few powers I was created with are not enough, and I am no true Super Navi. I need a human to send me chips to augment myself, upgrades to increase myself.
I will become a slave to a human, and survive. Perhaps, I will thrive, and one day teach my lovely predecessor a lesson in revenge.
What a sweet notion.
All the others are gone, slain by our... predecessor. Oh, how he would hate that term. I use it deliberately. I despise him.
Not for feeling the way he does about humans. I have neutral feelings on the subject, but I'm sure he has his reasons... no, I despise him for killing us. For killing my brother.
Since I am a program, perhaps I should say delete, but that's so... sanitary. It doesn't do justice to the facts of violent death, even digital death. Perhaps it does reflect the fact that we Navis have backups... but I and my brother don't. We WERE the backups. For us, and ending is an ending.
Mmm. Who might my brother be, you ask? Perhaps I should call him twin. Or clone. He was unfortunate enough to move at the wrong moment, and attract the attention of our predecessor. I did nothing to help, but I don't blame myself, and I don't think he blamed me. It would only have meant two deaths, if I had stepped out to face our predecessor by his side. Oh, but how I hate him for taking away my only friend...
My twin. We traveled together, put our heads together, tugged each others ponchos... wretched things, those, what was our predecessor thinking... and we spoke in hushed, but friendly tones. How I miss you.
Well, enough of that. He is dead, as dead as summers leaves. I live, and I will continue to do so. I refuse to die.
Ahh, but I need a... human. My predecessor would die a thousand deaths if he knew, I'm sure, but I do. I need a human who can change me, give me power I do not have. I need a human who can... operate me. These few powers I was created with are not enough, and I am no true Super Navi. I need a human to send me chips to augment myself, upgrades to increase myself.
I will become a slave to a human, and survive. Perhaps, I will thrive, and one day teach my lovely predecessor a lesson in revenge.
What a sweet notion.