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Comments

[messenger]

I'm not saying they aren't, but it still makes no sense to build us with such incompatibilities. Size is irrelevant. In Heaven, space isn't physical, and neither are our bodies.

[ he gives a shrug and scratches his cheek. ]

It's strange to hear you get defensive of them. Most humans don't even like other humans that much.

[dressedtothe]

[Maybe this guy should ask God that... if he even could. Another reason humans were superior; even the latest model androids can interact with the older models just fine.]

Well, that's what makes them so special! They're not built for cooperation like us androids, but they still lived together despite not always getting along.

[Humans pursued war, but they were also capable of great love... At least that's how he understands it.

But they're gone now.

Somehow, he keeps a smile on his face.]

You don't find that interesting?

[messenger]

Most of the angels don't get along anymore either, and they still live together, too. Not that I don't find it interesting, it's just...

[ how does he put this? he frowns, almost as though to himself. ]

It's sad, to watch them suffer. They kill themselves, both figuratively and literally, over the most inconsequential things. They can't even conceive of how short their lives are.

[dressedtothe]

I...

[For a moment, 9S seems at a loss for words. He's poured through so many old world records as well as those stored on the machine network, he knows, intellectually, that's what happens.

He thinks about his own life.]

Maybe... maybe it's because their lives are so short. Every moment would seem precious then, wouldn't it? The things that seem so unimportant... maybe to them, it means the world.

[messenger]

But then why not spend more time with those who truly matter to them? Doing things that truly mean something? I don't think I'll ever understand it.

[ in the same way a human can't possibly begin to conceptualize the millions of years he's been alive for, he can't conceptualize being here for such a short time. it's just not possible. ]

[dressedtothe]

[Genuinely curious, 9S can't help but poke and pull at the threads of conversation offered.]

What sort of things would you say 'truly mean something'? What would you do instead, then?

[9S idly kicks at the ground. This other guy makes it sound like there's some kind of lofty goal humans should aspire to.]

[messenger]

Doing what... makes them happy, I suppose. No two humans find meaning in the same thing.

[ it's a bit difficult for him to conceptualize. he's never truly considered his own happiness. ]

What I would do is besides the point.