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You...are no machine, then. Are you. Even a living being...is begotten...not of themselves.

But whatever you may be is...something I can't perceive. [he shakes his head a little.] I can't...know your truth, or even believe it the way...it should be believed. Because of how I was made.

[his head dips.]

...Reconsider it. When it's proven...there's value in trying. To use me in that way. When it seems a viable risk...ask me again.

And I can choose. Because I may not think the same then as I do now. Because I think...what needs fixing...may change.