[ 9S falls silent once again, head canting to the side in thought. It's a thought he's mulled on plenty before—what does an android do when they no longer have their intended purpose ahead of them?—yet has never landed on an answer, despite all the time he's had. It's hard when those around want him to be something he knows he can't be.
So he only ends up shrugging lamely, fully aware it's an unsatisfying response. ]
Dunno. It's still a work in progress. [ He pauses again, then: ] ... Do you have androids where you're from? You kinda talk like you do.
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So he only ends up shrugging lamely, fully aware it's an unsatisfying response. ]
Dunno. It's still a work in progress. [ He pauses again, then: ] ... Do you have androids where you're from? You kinda talk like you do.