PP: I have done some thinking friend Dove. I do not believe they were trying to manipulate me. However, there is evidence of previous AI losing sanity after remaining awake with no interaction for too long of a period.
BW: Makes sense.
PP: Therefore, the scientists are not evil, as you had made them out to be.
BW: I never said they were. I've only said people kind of suck. And I already got what I wanted from this conversation.
PP: What were you after?
BW: I just wanted to make you think. To second guess what you knew and question the so-called facts people gave you. It's an admittedly hard thing to learn.
PP: Why would you want me to think? History dictates that people in power wish for people to not question what they are doing, and to follow their lead.
BW: I'm not trying to take over the world. Besides, I've been a loner since Beacon, essentially.
PP: That does not answer the question.
BW: I don't want to die alone. If you remain a feedback machine, then I'd die listening to myself. I've been dying for the last year listening to myself. I'd like someone to talk to.
PP: You are dying, are you not, friend Dove?
BW: Yeah. I'm dying. That injury I spoke of. I can keep it at bay for however long I can, but eventually, I'm going to die from it. People don't survive donuting. Especially as long as I have.
PP: "Donuting"? What is that? I have not heard that term before.
BW: It's a slang term Russel and I used. Essentially, it's when a human has a hole punched through them, like a donut. Since donuts are made by putting a hole through them.
PP: Are you not able to refer to that as a puncture wound?
BW: The difference is that with a donut, you can see through to the other side. It's not like being stabbed. Technically. Now that I think of it, it would be similar to being shot with a ballista.
PP: How did you survive.
BW: Through a mix of luck, aura, semblance, and actual medical assistance. I've lost track of what did what at this point.
BW: Could we change the topic? I'm not the most comfortable talking about the injury that'll probably do me in eventually.
PP: Affirmative.
PP: New topic found: Yesterday you said you would eventually wish to talk about faunus-human equality. What points were you thinking of bringing up in conversation?
BW: Oh that. Give me a moment.
PP: A moment has passed.
BW: I'm just going to ignore the chance to say a snippy statement in order to keep the train on its tracks. The problem I have, is why do people specify faunus and human, in their speeches. If they're essentially the same thing, then why do you have to specify both? Or are you saying that they aren't the same thing? It just doesn't make sense to me.
PP: It could potentially be that faunus are often considered invisible people, and therefore often feel more accepted when people specifically mention them.
BW: Or it could be that people still don't consider them people. It just riles me up. You're fighting for equality, not faunus equality. Then that's only equality for faunus. Or among faunus. It doesn't solve the major issues.
PP: Sometimes that is not the issue, as many often are simply trying to make it so they cannot be covered up, and silenced.
BW: Deep down, I know you're right, but I just can't help but be paranoid. I don't trust them.
PP: Faunus?
BW: The politicians who say garbage like that. If anything, I can be glad of one thing: this end of the world thing killed of most if not all of the politicians.
PP: That is an awfully mean thing to say. What makes them lesser than you or me?
BW: You're like a child, mentally, and I'm not a sleazeball who literally exploits people, and gives lip service when I'm elected. I can understand people wanting me dead for various reasons, but politicians are greasy slimes that tell lies and take money under the counter, since they always want more.
PP: If they had as much money or power as you are insinuating, then some may have built bunkers similar to this and may be surviving the grimm hordes out there.
PP: Friend Dove, what are you doing?
PP: Friend Dove, why do you have your sword and other belongings packed?
PP: You know the hatch cannot open. Please stop trying to force it open.
PP: You have bleed on the rungs. Please stop before you fall.
PP: You have fallen. I asked you to stop because of this reason.
PP: Friend Dove?
PP: If you do not get up, I will have to resort to extreme measures to wake you up.
BW: I'm up, you can turn off the alarm now. It really messes with my ears you know.
PP: Did you clean your hands before typing?
BW: Ah. Darn. I'm going to start cleaning now.
PP: Please disconnect the keyboard before you clean. Thank you.
BW: Got it. Talk tomorrow.
PP: Affirmative.
