"It's a complicated story... Put simply, there was a war in my world in a country called Persia. I was sent to Persia after the fighting and it wasn't just the armies on both sides that had suffered. The country was in ruins. Dead human and robots civilians. Even the children hadn't been spared any pain. It was awful."
He squeezes his hands and grimaces. His photographic memory is fresh, as always, including what he witnessed in the warzone.
"Two people who had lost everything to the war were the roboticist Abulah and the robot he had built, Sahad. Together they plotted revenge against a group of scientists they blamed for not preventing the war, and the elimination of every robot that had enough power to cause mass destruction if they wished to harm others.
I was one of those robots. None of us had been built for that purpose, but Abulah and some others, like anti-robot groups, had wanted us gone for years. Every single one of us wished to live our lives peacefully, but Abulah had given Sahad a new body powerful enough to kill us, and we were picked off one by one.
When he came for me, I tried to face him, but I was struck down and overwhelmed by the hatred he was giving off. It was... Like telepathy. I could feel his hatred and his pain in my own head, but much like the time with Blue Knight, I couldn't comprehend it. It was so intense, my brain couldn't function. It was as if I fell into a coma. Like neurological damage."
It's a little hard to explain in non-robot terms, but hopefully the magic comparison is close enough.
"I was brought back by the memories of one of the other robots. Robots can pass copies of their memories to each other on memory cards, and he had learned to hate when his son was murdered. With that information, and after all the killings, I learned how to feel hatred for the first time. I woke up, and when I met Sahad again, I attacked him, intending to avenge the people he had killed. I hated him for all the lives he had destroyed, and I nearly finished him..."
His voice softens, "But I realized that he was in as much pain as I was. Killing him wouldn't bring anyone back. And by that time, he had grown tired of Abulah's plan- he had been misguided by his own father. I also felt sad for him. So... I didn't kill him. And he even helped me, because there was good in him.
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Date: 2025-04-26 12:59 pm (UTC)He squeezes his hands and grimaces. His photographic memory is fresh, as always, including what he witnessed in the warzone.
"Two people who had lost everything to the war were the roboticist Abulah and the robot he had built, Sahad. Together they plotted revenge against a group of scientists they blamed for not preventing the war, and the elimination of every robot that had enough power to cause mass destruction if they wished to harm others.
I was one of those robots. None of us had been built for that purpose, but Abulah and some others, like anti-robot groups, had wanted us gone for years. Every single one of us wished to live our lives peacefully, but Abulah had given Sahad a new body powerful enough to kill us, and we were picked off one by one.
When he came for me, I tried to face him, but I was struck down and overwhelmed by the hatred he was giving off. It was... Like telepathy. I could feel his hatred and his pain in my own head, but much like the time with Blue Knight, I couldn't comprehend it. It was so intense, my brain couldn't function. It was as if I fell into a coma. Like neurological damage."
It's a little hard to explain in non-robot terms, but hopefully the magic comparison is close enough.
"I was brought back by the memories of one of the other robots. Robots can pass copies of their memories to each other on memory cards, and he had learned to hate when his son was murdered. With that information, and after all the killings, I learned how to feel hatred for the first time. I woke up, and when I met Sahad again, I attacked him, intending to avenge the people he had killed. I hated him for all the lives he had destroyed, and I nearly finished him..."
His voice softens, "But I realized that he was in as much pain as I was. Killing him wouldn't bring anyone back. And by that time, he had grown tired of Abulah's plan- he had been misguided by his own father. I also felt sad for him. So... I didn't kill him. And he even helped me, because there was good in him.
That's the closest I came to killing someone."