[ Aurora really can't compare in that sense at least, which makes Harold's prior fear of being used against her understandable. He knows how to turn an A.I. into an A.S.I., a super intelligence. The Machine and Samaritan were likened to gods, and he found that whole metaphor tedious and annoying, but there was a grain of truth behind it: they were far beyond anything a human mind could fathom. Maybe Accelerator with his full capabilities is closer to it, but Harold can't help but feel it's still not the same.
The Machine, and Aurora, are not human. Treating them as human is a mistake, and in a strange way even callous. They don't need to be human to be worth caring for. But until recently he hadn't known how to reconcile that.
Harold shrugs awkwardly, the motion stiff and lop-sided with his bad back. He doesn't know what else to say, really still doesn't talk about the Machine with others often. Right now he's finding it hard to completely follow the thread of conversation like he normally would, his mind pulled off-course again and again, like someone struggling to shore getting caught up in undertow. ]
The Machine knew me... exceptionally well. [ Dashwood. ] She and John made a deal to protect me, [ he explains, sounding hollow. ] I had no idea they even spoke.
[ He should make a joke here, play it off somehow, but it dries up into dust in his mouth, the taste acrid. ]
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The Machine, and Aurora, are not human. Treating them as human is a mistake, and in a strange way even callous. They don't need to be human to be worth caring for. But until recently he hadn't known how to reconcile that.
Harold shrugs awkwardly, the motion stiff and lop-sided with his bad back. He doesn't know what else to say, really still doesn't talk about the Machine with others often. Right now he's finding it hard to completely follow the thread of conversation like he normally would, his mind pulled off-course again and again, like someone struggling to shore getting caught up in undertow. ]
The Machine knew me... exceptionally well. [ Dashwood. ] She and John made a deal to protect me, [ he explains, sounding hollow. ] I had no idea they even spoke.
[ He should make a joke here, play it off somehow, but it dries up into dust in his mouth, the taste acrid. ]