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Rain Charming
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With two training rooms completed, the lines of code whirring through RAITAL's computer brain calculated that progress thus far was 'acceptable.' Her personality subroutine ran through a slurry of variables and equations before suggesting an appropriate emotional response: happiness 4, eagerness 3, remorse 1.
"Remorse 1". What kind of person forces a being to suffer its own pain? What kind of programmer would compile the ability to experience remorse, that stinging, churning sensation in the pit of the stomach? RAITAL doesn't even have a stomach.
And yet... was that not the very thing she had just done to <test subject 8>? The correlation engine tingled in the back of her consciousness uncomfortably. When they had made her, the scientists had given her no method of hypocrisy, no means of self-delusion. At the end of the puzzle, after all driving directives had been satisfied, she was forced to stare at the conclusion that she was no better than those who had forced her into this situation. And the realization scared her.
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