Tellios stopped as he felt the hand on his shoulder. He listened and looked over his shoulder. He smiled a bit towards a more sadistic smile loomed over his face. Though Travis was right, he wasn't human. He shook it off as he ran his hand through his head. The sadistic smile left his face as he sighed a bit, the logic in that was almost infallible.
Better an outcast than a Failed Experiment.
"Well, we all have our demons. So to speak." he took a step forward and turned to look at Travis."Look, I cannot fathom the parents thing, I have none. I was created in a lab experiment to create.. Something. I cannot decrypt the information. No matter how hard I try. I have only read 10% of the information I have gathered from where I left in 5 years."
His left arm turns into a an almost pitch black arm, the once looking like flesh and cloth turning into small robots constantly moving around, not stopping, eventually he turns it back to 'flesh and cloth' and he starts to open and close his hands over and over. He leaned up against a wall. He looks over at Travis and crosses his arms. They kind of locked gazes.
"As I understand your sentiments, and these words have some logic in them. In theory, I am not a person. Practicality is debatable. My abilities come from these little ones. I can manipulate them to do as I wish, but I am made entirely of them, with nothing else. One mind, one duty. Me."
He wasn't going to mention that he has some form of sentience, and that he himself was a failure until he reads and gains all the passwords to understand himself and what he can do. That was his own true task. No one else.
Better an outcast than a Failed Experiment.
"Well, we all have our demons. So to speak." he took a step forward and turned to look at Travis."Look, I cannot fathom the parents thing, I have none. I was created in a lab experiment to create.. Something. I cannot decrypt the information. No matter how hard I try. I have only read 10% of the information I have gathered from where I left in 5 years."
His left arm turns into a an almost pitch black arm, the once looking like flesh and cloth turning into small robots constantly moving around, not stopping, eventually he turns it back to 'flesh and cloth' and he starts to open and close his hands over and over. He leaned up against a wall. He looks over at Travis and crosses his arms. They kind of locked gazes.
"As I understand your sentiments, and these words have some logic in them. In theory, I am not a person. Practicality is debatable. My abilities come from these little ones. I can manipulate them to do as I wish, but I am made entirely of them, with nothing else. One mind, one duty. Me."
He wasn't going to mention that he has some form of sentience, and that he himself was a failure until he reads and gains all the passwords to understand himself and what he can do. That was his own true task. No one else.