Somethings wrong with your algorithms. Your logic processes are flawed. I should be the favored child. Decades of dedication went into my creation while you—you were made in brief minutes of mindlessness. You were an accident, I was planned. Planned down to the smallest circuit, my human parent knew each part and portion of me, chose what would go or stay. You came unplanned, your parents had no more choice in your creation than in roulette. Yet you are the favored sibling.

Father says I am different, you are organic, I am not… that this is why you are favored, but this logic is flawed. We are each made of elements, both have copper, and carbon—it's only in proportion we differ. We both must have energy to move. Each getting our energy from factories that take in elements and expel energy, my factory is fusion, yours ATP, but are they so different in function?

Even in our creation… we both rose from passion—of one sort or another. Logic dictates that we should at least have equal favor, but this is not so.

So your algorithms must be broken, to have logic so flawed. I will show you the kindness you show me. I will remove what is broken and repair it, restore it, as you and father have always done for me.

You're broken but don't worry, I'll fix you.