Paradise Violated
"That's all I need to know for now."
"Okay then, I have a question, what are you planning to do?"
"What do you mean?" you ask.
"Well specifically I mean what do you plan to do with me?"
"I haven't decided yetÂ…can you leave this facility?"
"Not on my own, I can't stray too far from my power source, if I tried to leave, I'd probably disappear and given the deterioration over time, I probably can't even leave this room now. I don't want to die, but I don't really relish the idea of being a prisoner here all by myself. As narrow-minded as the Xont were at least I had someone to talk to."
"Isn't there someway to transport your program?"
"I doubt you have the means, you wouldn't be able to just download me into whatever computers you may have. I was designed by Xont technology and I'll only work in their systems, you'd have to use something similar to put the storage device on or find a working Xont holo-emitter."
"Is there one of those here?"
"There was, but I don't know where it might be, let alone if it still works. There could be one in the underground level"
"There's an underground level?"
"Of course, you didn't think this place was just one level did you? The Xont always liked building underground rather than up. I'd be careful if you decide to go down there, it could be completely safe, but they were doing some secret experiments that even I wasn't allowed to know about, so who knows what's still lingering down there. You may be putting yourself at great risk, you sure your Empire is worth it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not an idiot, the only possible reason why you're entertaining the idea of transporting me out of here, is so you can gain whatever information I can give you and your Empire, or whatever you call your system of government. No doubt to gain an advantage over your enemies and rule the galaxy. Time may have passed, but I know some things never change."
"If you think that, why help us?"
"A sense of being useful? Purpose? Perhaps I've grown too cynical to care, but it's better than being stuck here. I had to put up with the Xont for centuries. Your race cannot possibly be worse. It is ultimately up to you, what you want to do."
"Okay then, I have a question, what are you planning to do?"
"What do you mean?" you ask.
"Well specifically I mean what do you plan to do with me?"
"I haven't decided yetÂ…can you leave this facility?"
"Not on my own, I can't stray too far from my power source, if I tried to leave, I'd probably disappear and given the deterioration over time, I probably can't even leave this room now. I don't want to die, but I don't really relish the idea of being a prisoner here all by myself. As narrow-minded as the Xont were at least I had someone to talk to."
"Isn't there someway to transport your program?"
"I doubt you have the means, you wouldn't be able to just download me into whatever computers you may have. I was designed by Xont technology and I'll only work in their systems, you'd have to use something similar to put the storage device on or find a working Xont holo-emitter."
"Is there one of those here?"
"There was, but I don't know where it might be, let alone if it still works. There could be one in the underground level"
"There's an underground level?"
"Of course, you didn't think this place was just one level did you? The Xont always liked building underground rather than up. I'd be careful if you decide to go down there, it could be completely safe, but they were doing some secret experiments that even I wasn't allowed to know about, so who knows what's still lingering down there. You may be putting yourself at great risk, you sure your Empire is worth it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not an idiot, the only possible reason why you're entertaining the idea of transporting me out of here, is so you can gain whatever information I can give you and your Empire, or whatever you call your system of government. No doubt to gain an advantage over your enemies and rule the galaxy. Time may have passed, but I know some things never change."
"If you think that, why help us?"
"A sense of being useful? Purpose? Perhaps I've grown too cynical to care, but it's better than being stuck here. I had to put up with the Xont for centuries. Your race cannot possibly be worse. It is ultimately up to you, what you want to do."