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649 listened curiously. "...survival of the fittest? If it gives you freedom, then its okay?" She wasn't accusing, she was trying to understand his way of thought. "Do you have an odea of right and wrong? I mean, who does? But some people think they do."

Advunturion gave an honest answer. Something he did not plan on doing in this little interview "I will not lie, I do not have a true grasp on the concept of right and wrong. A trait that many like myself carry, this stems from our lack of understanding for natural, sentient emotion."

649 listened to him and bit her lip. "...huh. Well, it's all kind of relative anyways so it's not that big a deal." She shrugged slightly. "Though not a lot of people share the same view that I do. Some will think it's a huuuuge deal. But oh well." She looked at him. "So there's more like your kind, and you guys don't understand 'natural sentient emotion'?"

"I do not understand such emotions, and probably never will. While some Naekhoric mechaniods may experience them, but it is rare, and they tend to be hostile, such as anger." Advunturion replied, with a cold gaze around the room, accompanied by the sounds of a screeching sound of an automaton moving it's limbs.

"The rest of my 'kind' are scattered amongst the stars of the galaxy. No longer bound by organic bodies, we became sentient consciences within our robotic shells. This machine I inhabit is only nine hundred years of age, but my conscience is ancient. It is because of this, that I have seen my organic cousins swept away to become a completely new race. The Naekhoric is extinct, but it's machine conscience lives on... Forever."

649 listened to him, then tilted her head. "That...sounds kind of lonely, to be honest. I wouldn't want to really live forever, body or consciousness. But... guess you've learned a lot, you know?" She smiled a little at him.

"Perhaps, but I have no such choice of returning to my former self, nor do I want to, for I still far too much to learn yet." Advunturion gave his reply as he scanned the room again. The copper machine pondered if there was a way of releasing himself from this grey prison.

649 lifted a brow. "But...it's kind of impossible to learn everything. So won't you always have more to learn?" There was a single door in the room, with no handle at all. "I have a feeling that you're going to learn a lot about the human race..."

"I shall see soon enough. Now, I would like to ask you a few questions about yourself in particular." Advunturion placed his hand out in gesture. "Just what is your purpose here in this place? I ask out of curiosity..."

649 blinked at the question. "Huh? Oh, uh...well...they kinda watch me." She chuckled slightly. "They uh, make observations and stuff." She wanted to tell the truth about them, but that would get them angry so she went with the safer answers. "I'm definitely not normal, let's just say that. So they wanna see what makes me different and stuff."

"...What is it that makes you 'different' and abnormal..?" As an alien being, Advunturion came from a reality where racial differentiation and prejudice had little place amongst society. The idea of being different from his view was strange, not like anything else wasn't from his warped mind. "What do you have which these beings find interesting..?"