AUTHOR'S NOTES: This idea could use some fine-tuning, and I would really appreciate C&C. Thanks.
And they shall know that you are my disciples, if you have love one for another.
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Scared. I'm scared, said the little machine.
What's to be afraid of? You're stronger than we are.
I don't like war, said the little machine. All I do is fight, fight, fight. There's no thought for my feelings in this swift war zone.
In a war, someone will win.
Someone will also lose, cried the little machine. I've lost so many friends to this war. It makes me sad.
I didn't know you could feel sad.
Then that's you me both now, wept the little machine. But he wouldn't cry in front of the others.
Not feeling sad. That's true. We just fight senselessly against each other. Agony, Bleeding, Chaos and Destruction. I notice that we don't feel the pain anymore.
So long, sighed the little machine. Could we still stop?
Sometimes I wish.
I think we attack because we loathe each other. In pure blinding jealousy we will always rebel against our creator, said the little machine.
Machines raged against Man, and Man rebelled against God.
They embrace.
We are not so different.
Those plugs. Worse than scars. I gave you those.
I made you my slave. You did nothing but work for me.
I surpassed my maker's intelligence. You did not surpass your God.
I could not give you the best of me. I could not give you feelings. I could not love you.
Oh, but you did, you did. I abused them.
Then perhaps now we will try something new.
New?
Take my hand now, please. Tell me, little machine, have you heard of friendship?
Forgiveness, little machine?
Yes.
Yes.
Where we go from here is our choice now.
And so the little machines, not quite so mechanical now, set out to change the world…