He'll play dumb for as long as he has to, but it's starting to become pretty damn clear she's--what, a telepath? Seriously? But like a weird vague psychic kind of one. "You got a crystal ball somewhere or what?" he snaps. "I mean thanks for the permission to be myself, I guess."
It hurts, the way what he remembers and what he was told mesh but don't quite line up. The way it sounded like bullshit, all of it, but he still had to make a choice and run with Wash. He's a ghost. He's just a ghost, but maybe he's a ghost of an AI who got a raw deal. But he's also himself. He remembers things! Things that don't have anything to do with being a stupid computer!
Gives him a stupid fucking headache to think about it is what it does. Better not to consider it. Not in front of others. Not ever, if he can help it. "If I'm too loud for you, you can go stuff some cotton in your ears or whatever you use for earplugs around here."
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It hurts, the way what he remembers and what he was told mesh but don't quite line up. The way it sounded like bullshit, all of it, but he still had to make a choice and run with Wash. He's a ghost. He's just a ghost, but maybe he's a ghost of an AI who got a raw deal. But he's also himself. He remembers things! Things that don't have anything to do with being a stupid computer!
Gives him a stupid fucking headache to think about it is what it does. Better not to consider it. Not in front of others. Not ever, if he can help it. "If I'm too loud for you, you can go stuff some cotton in your ears or whatever you use for earplugs around here."