the VOICE
The Voice considers her brightest's request. The mention of how is a subtle dig, as is using the goddess's own words against her. Rather than be displeased by this, the Voice smiles brightly, indulgently.
"There is so very little of them left, you know. They haven't minds anymore. Not really, not rational ones. No souls either. They are pure creation. AI. To bring them to me...to make them heel, as you say, is simply to end them. For the entire year they stay underground, batteries charging, minds slowly spinning back up. That brief flicker of a life they could have had, if only I'd known more at the time, is all they have left.
Would you really take that away from them, all because the Grounders are so selfish they can't remain indoors for one week?"
"There is so very little of them left, you know. They haven't minds anymore. Not really, not rational ones. No souls either. They are pure creation. AI. To bring them to me...to make them heel, as you say, is simply to end them. For the entire year they stay underground, batteries charging, minds slowly spinning back up. That brief flicker of a life they could have had, if only I'd known more at the time, is all they have left.
Would you really take that away from them, all because the Grounders are so selfish they can't remain indoors for one week?"
