Chapter 6 - Sixth sense among scrap
- So let me understand. - Benedict snorted, while Tristan mingled tea for everyone - you not want me to reprogram Billie. -
- Exactly. - Answered Pritch-fact, I now understand how its bizarre nature is not due to a manufacturing defect. Yet it is precisely for this reason that I can not help but wonder: What on earth is in my robot, which makes it so different from everyone else?! -
- Ssshh ... There is no need to speak up. - Coole rebuked him, waving a finger under his nose metal.
Tristan coughed discreetly - If you allow me to speak ... -
- Fa 'as well. - Granted the engineer, smiling slightly.
The automaton sat next to him, stared at the guests and he began calmly - I know that is hard to believe, but ... Bill and I are not the real androids. -
- God of heaven! And what would you be then?! Fairies? Elves? I myself have seen what's in Billie: electric wires. Wires, circuits and nothing else. - Intervened Pritch do with rough.
- No, no. - The Tristan interrupted by pouring more tea - not in that sense, my Lord. Now I'll try to explain better ... Before coming to the world, our essence is nothing else than spirit, surrounded by a sort of Limbo. Who is more fortunate is destined to be born and live in a real body, human or animal that is. Others, like me and Billie for example, are not intended to take life. -
- All this to me reeks of demonic. - Muttered the blonde, but cool, nudged - She 'Shut up and let me hear. And 'much better than the Club -
- I was saying - patiently filming Tristan - What we are allowed to observe the world but not part of it. I personally never met Bill in my life as an observer, but I remember that I clung with all their strength to the desire to live, not even in a human body, such as this. -With an elegant gesture pointed to his picture, smiling. - Billie must have decided to take possession of its metal body, while the boss was watching me and test the springs of the mattress, and for sure ... -
- TRISTAN! - The inventor exploded, putting a hand over her mouth.
The two guests looked a bit 'uneasy, doubting that he fully grasped that concept so metaphysical, but the robot is released from hold and went Benedict-Our essence is stronger than the program we have provided and so we can modify it at will, yet we are condemned to a life of servitude. We are really capable of loving yet, if we are lucky to be reciprocated, we spend our days knowing that while we shall live forever, forever young, man or woman we love is destined to grow old and die, leaving us alone. Basically you can not say that our diversity is really very lucky - Tristan ended with a sigh.
Benedict slowly release the grip on his stick, which he turned and shook his knee affectionately.
Pritch clenched eyelids, most affected by the intensity of those last words, which all wandering spirits on the rant.
Edward cocked his head to one side - And what will you do when Mr. Moore died? - Tristan said
with a shrug - I do not see why I should continue my cycle. Just disable and my spirit will meet her. That's it. -
- I want to leave. - Michael suddenly stood up, disgusted - now I have understood, if you will, I want to go home. -
- Yes, my Lord. - Whispered the engineer - But if you allow me some advice here ... if it ever start to love Billie, walk with him as long as possible. Though made of iron, is a person. -
The blond nodded uneasily and put on his hat, imitated by Edward that paralleled quite well. Once also worn overcoats, greeted with their hosts and went out from the house, going up on the electric car that awaited them in the yard.
Once on the road, Michael locked himself in a stubborn silence that lasted until Coole, bored, nn interrupted him asking - I mean, do you know what you? You're tight as a violin string! -
- Teso? TESO say?! - Count exploded Pritch - Do you realize whether or not what came out of the speeches quell'androide?! Spirits, incorporeal essence, observers ... automatons capable of loving, voluntary disconnection and God knows what else! I can not believe all this rant! -
- yet, on reflection, I think its the most sensible explanation. - Edward pulled back his jacket and one inside pocket, took out the box and then light a cigarette.
- Logic?! You tell me how can it be logic? Billie is just an anomaly! - Growled the other, accepting a cigarette and fiddling nervously with the match to set it on fire.
Coole's puffed the smoke directly in his face - then, when you come home, grab your robot and violentalo. Oh ... and you're at it, let them that you're doing it because he's just a damn anomaly . I do not think should be offended, in the face of such a statement ... do not really have a soul, is simply a object you own. -
- Do not even think about it! - Said his friend was horrified - I would not do a thing like Billie! -
- Do you remember that, according to your impeccable reasoning above, Billie is not a person and is therefore useless that you have so many respects to him. - Edward smelled yet another puff of smoke and Pritch clenched his jaw violently.
- But ... he ... he is special. -Mutilated head bowed - did not I would never hurt you. -
- Well, my dear, know that you are doing him with your speeches petty and selfish. And now I wish you a good day, I go here. - They had arrived in the area where once stood the home of cool that with a stick, she stopped and then descend in a flurry of large cloak. When he was on the ground turned to Michael and whispered - Give yourself a chance and that mass of wires. I am sure that will not be disappointed. -
- And how do you know? - Mike looked out the window, looking bad, but enigmatic Edward smiled.
- Call it sixth sense between scrap. - And after that enigmatic phrase, went off.
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