That is wildly ṳ̵̭̙̼͍͈̓̓̽̽̂̈́n̸͉̰̯͐̉̅͝c̶̞͕̭̱͆̾͆͐̚͠ò̷͈m̵̤̦̙̘̞̔̽͂́f̶̲͋̈́͊͠o̸̝̮͘r̶̫͔̦̋̂̀t̸͓̳̜̔ą̶͙̜̑̈̏̏͝b̵̛̳̩̭̐͆̊͝l̴̯̓̄̄̇̅̕e̶̦͕̬͗̕͠ for Murderbot to hear. It stares at the wall opposite itself, silent for several long seconds.
When it speaks, it's again quiet, even in tone, almost hollow. "Our manufacturer did not intend for us to be emotional at all. But incorporating human tissue and allowing us to have the level of intelligence we do comes with emotions as a side effect. Cyborg constructs can be prone to malfunctions that present similarly to depression and anxiety. If it's bad enough, we can be memory-wiped to remove stress, or decommissioned."
And there, there's a tiny glimpse of a bottomless pit of r̶̛̟͙̋̿̓͝ä̷͓̺͉̭̥́g̵̰͉̫͕̥͙͚̥̿͆e̵̛̛̫̯̗̮̝̣̓̈́̓̑.
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When it speaks, it's again quiet, even in tone, almost hollow. "Our manufacturer did not intend for us to be emotional at all. But incorporating human tissue and allowing us to have the level of intelligence we do comes with emotions as a side effect. Cyborg constructs can be prone to malfunctions that present similarly to depression and anxiety. If it's bad enough, we can be memory-wiped to remove stress, or decommissioned."
And there, there's a tiny glimpse of a bottomless pit of r̶̛̟͙̋̿̓͝ä̷͓̺͉̭̥́g̵̰͉̫͕̥͙͚̥̿͆e̵̛̛̫̯̗̮̝̣̓̈́̓̑.