They're robots. Robot aliens from another planet - the planet I'm from. Except they're the bad ones. They're Decepticons, and I'm an Autobot, one of the good ones. I think.
I'm supposed to kill them. But I can't. I was almost born one of them, before Cloud found me. But the Autobots don't take prisoners, and so they'll either end up dead or released to spread more mayhem. So... I'm kind of keeping them like this.
...
Yeah.
-For a giant killer robot, he sure sounds like a nervous teen-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?We're robot lifeforms. Turning us off is just killing us.
-To Ges-
Well... maybe?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?If I made everything in your brain stop working, would you be okay after that?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Well, there's not. Best case scenario, we find a pair of big carrots and move on with our lives.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

hm. Alright let's hear what you have to say
edited 1st Feb '16 10:23:43 PM by Bcom