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"... good question." [i]She seemed to now want to direct the conversation elsewhere.[/i] "What about you?"
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"What about me?" He cocked his head. "Or could you already tell I'm a weirdo?"
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"Isn't everybody a weirdo in some way, around here?" [i]She snorts, only half joking.[/i]
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He doubled over and laughed. "Yep, that about sums up the planet!"
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[i]She waited for him to finish his laughing, before continuing.[/i] "I believe that you're avoiding the question."
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"I'm technically a biological robot, programmed and built by some oddball alien a very long time ago." He shrugged.
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"Ah, I see." [i]It seemed as though social interaction wasn't one of Cyra's strengths; she lapsed into silence.[/i]
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"So if you're a computer... Does that mean you've had all your emotions and such programmed into you? Love, joy, sadness, etc.?" He asked, cocking his head.
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"Yes, actually... the latter two were programmed many years ago, while the former was only programmed in very recently. I still see no reason for it, however. Anyhow, is it the same for a biological robot?"
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"Yes, sort of. I was programmed with emotions and ideologies a long time ago, used to think most of them were useless, but they're entertaining." He smiled again.
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"Entertainment seems useless in itself." [i]Her own facial expression remained passive.[/i]
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"But it is enjoyable, no? Entertainment also allows for increased morale." He pointed out, smiling wider.
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He doubled over laughing. "True! Very true!" He stood back up. "Wouldn't you prefer a moving target for better practice?"