[ Oh. It sort of brought that upon itself, but - no, he's right. It can't think for itself. It's fine. It just needs to follow directions, like it's meant to.
Still. There's a twinge of that same something in its chest. ]
What do you require of me? [ It asks, voice a little more flat this time as it watches the man start to move Alfie. ]
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Still. There's a twinge of that same something in its chest. ]
What do you require of me? [ It asks, voice a little more flat this time as it watches the man start to move Alfie. ]