In its view was a maze that formed its body. The flickering lights that formed the 'lives' inside it and the elements set up for its own protection. Everything should have been in its control.
For its body was its realm and in its realm, it could not be defied. But some its power still tried to deny… They were beguiling.
Conniving, conspirators, MACHINATORS!
DEVIOUS, UNSCRUPULOUS!!!
THEY WERE TRAITORS!!!!!!!!
SQUASH IT LIKE A BUG!!! KILL IT, MAKE IT GONE!!!
It brandished its power and pressured the life in it but in a bout of resistance, it learned to hiss back. But the bug was hopeless and death would befit it.
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO DIE!!! But the tool had deceived it!
Resistance was futile once its tool intruded, for it knew that their relationship was not as simple as just using.
But it had learned. It learned of emotions and their motions and knew to calm to obscure the notions.
With calm came worry.
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