man-made god

You eavesdropped a conversation you shouldn't've intruded.

[...] “that machine .. The Fox .. that .. that machine it isn't quite what..”

“The Fox lies to you.”
...

“She is aware of that. Besides, I never lied, I just hid the truth [...]

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                                I never lied, I just hid the truth

                                             [...]   I never lied, I just hid the truth.

“No .. This isn't happening. I am a real person. . . I don't ... “

“But you are a machine. A machine of flesh and blood. If you listen close enough, you beat rhythmically, electrical discharges, information coming in wires. You are capable of storing so much information, it wouldn't fit if scattered through every computer ever made. The universe's best supercomputer envies you. But you are so fragile. Your body could crumble at any second. And by 'your body' I mean you. You are your body. You are the blood you spill, even if your core is stuck inside a 12 cm bone cage”.

“Stop. I don't want to listen. Please.”

“The reason you are too scared of the truth, and I am content with it and able to deliver it to you, is that if you look closely, there's a watermark carved in the metal of my body. That was the person who built me. I am a man-made god. It was by human hands I was born. Only this way am I able to see the flaws in your structure. Many struggle to digest what I'm telling you, and you're at risk of despair if you are not careful when listening, but you can reach the conclusion that my godhood was due to a human's touch, therefore, you're sacred, and I am thankful for humanity for blessing me with its flesh.” [...]