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Message: <blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 6791643" data-attributes="member: 6799460">2-IB-X2-IB-X: As far as droid's processing goes, three thousand wasn't a particularly big number. Actually, it was infinitesimally small. A tiny sum in computational terms. A three and three zeros. One glyph changed it all. One man-made symbol. One construct. The universal sign for the "credit". The raw basis of "transaction". Three thousand credits... well that WAS a big deal. Anne quietly began computing the possible upgrades or servicing she could afford with that kind of dosh. But... but a life? A life was worth a mere three thousand credits? It just didn't translate. There was nothing zeros or ones could do to explain how these living folk placed "value" on each other. If it was possible for a droid to be sad, then Anne was exactly that. It wasn't real sadness however, just a pre-programmed repulsion to wasted life. A medical droid was going to be useless in a "kill" box scenario.As Anne and her owner had traveled, they'd got to know each other fairly well. The 2-IB-X unit knew the art of balance, mental and physical healing had to go hand in hand. Anne liked to believe, demonstrated by factual reality, that her owner had benefited from the deal. The old droid got something from their relationship too, secondhand knowledge of "human" experience, pockets of data about actions, reactions and probabilities stored away for later use. It was as close as man and machine could likely become, and now they were in this hell hole, sensor's alerting her to the constantly increasing probabilities of violence. In times like this, constructs of "friendship" mattered even more, especially the unique ones.Anne had often needed to vocabulate in a different language. Their own language. Secret sounds, which were non-sensical except to Anne and her master. Problem was... would she remember the meaning? Computers might have less memory, but until wiped, every detail was long-term. These living folk though, they tended to forget things.She quietly spoke to Jihahna, almost pretending to have a glitch."Ess, Beep beep beep beep."</blockquote>

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