For my creators, it was. They were capable of much. [ He didn't have access to all logs, exactly, but...he had seen that wandering creation of a long-deceased member of House Lythla, still miraculously intact and not driven to madness.

For some reason she had always been awkward around him. He was fairly certain that was not programmed in. But he had looked at the schematics and found intended to recite poetry excerpts, instilled with need to self-punish on failure. ]

I was given...necessary guidelines to form a personality, as was my predecessor, as a way to ease interactions. The Drzyr considered something too close to sounding like a machine as...unsettling. Frustrating.

They did not fully trust their creations. However, they needed them...they needed us, as we formed the supports for their way of life. They made and remade us to their specifications and needs.