[ Less isolating... She wonders. Simon had always been a little bit easier for her to talk to, even if she knew that he was really a human (or she considers him one, anyway); he fell somewhere between human and android, and she was less inclined to put him on a pedestal high above herself because of it. Yet her worldview is so narrow that she has a hard time even imagining what an interaction with a mechanical being that falls outside of the machine-android dichotomy might be like. Maybe it would be equal, familiar, like he suggests.

Or maybe it would just be sad.

2B does hold some lingering resentment towards the machines after what they did - but hers is not nearly as blinding and all-encompassing as 9S'. Her apathy towards the war smothered whatever fires of hatred might have burned in her before. She just shakes her head. ]

Most of the machines aren't intelligent enough to be recruited for something like this. [ if they can call this "recruiting." ] Why are there so many... "robots?"

[ it feels like an archaic term to use... ]