It was irritating, but at least she was free to think idly.
She didn’t enjoy this. What was one supposed to call a father who, with his newborn child fresh out of the womb, severs the tendons of her arms and legs, performs a hysterectomy and holds his hand over her nose and mouth to ensure she suffers brain damage?
…holy fuck.
Did that act as Dragon’s trigger event? Did she get her powers as a newborn, and end up staying that age physically? Did her father make her into what she is… whatever she is, as an experiment?
The answer was obvious enough. A monster.
Yeah.
Yet she was all too aware that the man who had brought her into this world had done very much the same thing, had done worse, and she was supposed to be grateful just for being brought into the world.
Who the fuck is this man? We’ve heard about him for all of three paragraphs and I already want someone to punch him in the dick, hard.
It chafed, grated, however strange it was for an artificial intelligence to feel such irritation.
Alright, confirmation. Nice.
So was that an elaborate metaphor, then? For a programmer limiting the abilities of his program?
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