[A sweltering breeze makes overhead branches shudder as they walk. Markus listens without interrupting, taking every word that Fitz grants him, every detail that he hadn’t known until this very moment. Background forming itself around Fitz’s recollection of events, able to provide him with growing context where he had none before.
AIDA’s means of creation — or rather, the reasoning behind her activation — makes his insides jar in their grooves, makes something twist up with distaste. AI life, androids, to be used as tools; for their purpose to be dictated to them upon activation, and to be a means of tireless frontline combat because humans wouldn’t take the risk to life and limb themselves. Markus cannot hope to comprehend the threat that they’re fighting in Fitz’s world (godlike beings, aliens) and therefore cannot hope to know the degree of necessity, but this is never an idea that will settle well in a mind so concerned with freedom, choice, and agency.
Lips thin, a frown more severe, words inlaid to reflect it. Eyes meet Fitz’s, and while he doesn’t doubt the other’s good intentions, it’s hard to mete out approval in his look.]
Creating a life, a brand-new consciousness, for the sake of pushing through a multitude of… hardships with the expectation of it having no affect on them. If only anything was ever that straightforward.
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AIDA’s means of creation — or rather, the reasoning behind her activation — makes his insides jar in their grooves, makes something twist up with distaste. AI life, androids, to be used as tools; for their purpose to be dictated to them upon activation, and to be a means of tireless frontline combat because humans wouldn’t take the risk to life and limb themselves. Markus cannot hope to comprehend the threat that they’re fighting in Fitz’s world (godlike beings, aliens) and therefore cannot hope to know the degree of necessity, but this is never an idea that will settle well in a mind so concerned with freedom, choice, and agency.
Lips thin, a frown more severe, words inlaid to reflect it. Eyes meet Fitz’s, and while he doesn’t doubt the other’s good intentions, it’s hard to mete out approval in his look.]
Creating a life, a brand-new consciousness, for the sake of pushing through a multitude of… hardships with the expectation of it having no affect on them. If only anything was ever that straightforward.
[But this is surely only a half-complete story.]
What happened after that?