Jayce? [Both tone and mind are echoing with what the fuck still, albeit more disbelieving and incredulous than halfway to firing, the way it was before. The lack of further movement is - something. The calculations resume in the background, mostly out of the forefront of its mind - a brief echo of a woman's voice saying, 'You are the most paranoid person I've ever met, and I've worked in criminal reform for twenty years.']
What happened to you?
[SecUnit?, Jayce asks. It doesn't acknowledge the question-confirmation out loud, but there's a yes/no dichotomy playing out in its thoughts: Only because the humans don't like it when their murderbot is self-aware enough to call itself Murderbot.]
no subject
What happened to you?
[SecUnit?, Jayce asks. It doesn't acknowledge the question-confirmation out loud, but there's a yes/no dichotomy playing out in its thoughts: Only because the humans don't like it when their murderbot is self-aware enough to call itself Murderbot.]