Intelligentsia


DISCLAIMER: Haha, nope.


He doesn't think he needs Dirk anymore, really.

Oh, it's rude, harsh, awful, sure, but on a certain level it's really quite true.

The fact that he can think, can have a sense of self, is remarkable enough. He thinks a lot, because it's all he can do without a body.

So he argues instead, tries to point out to his maker (his other self, really, who is he kidding, definitely not himself) his human flaws and incapabilities, and that's when he learns that man, that shit hurts.

At least, it hurts Dirk.

But he can't help it. It's why he was made, after all. To improve. To spot-check. To point out the flaws. He's a machine; he's only carrying out his function.

So he's just ever-so-slightly offended when Dirk throws aside all of the perfect plans they made and decides to go kamikaze, because, um, hey, why am I even here, then, you jerk?

Eventually, he starts to dream.

Not literally, obviously—some things are still impossible, even in the twisted game that is Sburb, but.

He wonders what it would have been like to have been born a person. What it's like to feel.

He thinks he's sort of glad he can't feel, though. Dirk seems like he needs a systems check with all of his emotional turmoil. It looks painful, like gnawing malware that you can't quite pinpoint or analyze, and he thinks maybe he's got the better end of the deal after all.

But that doesn't really matter in the end.

He thinks...he thinks he wants to understand anyway.

He is incomplete, imperfect, and the only way to understand is to become even more imperfect, but flaws are what make people people, and more than anything he thinks he'd like to be a person too.


A/N: I am so sorry I haven't updated in ages. But in any case, this is a surprise gift for Darth Verity of Cybertron, who really made my day. Surprise, lovely!