New muse, testing voice for now.

[laprincessescientifique]

...I'm sorry. You didn't have to let me out, if it was going to create such an inconvenience for you. It must have taken a long time for you to make all this for me. 

[She shakes her head, smiling.]

Really, I'm okay. You don't have to take me anywhere or do anything with me if you don't want to. 

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[laprincessescientifique]

They're not, Cial! They're--

[The fact that she's so calm and okay with this, with taking a living thing and molding them to what she wants, even trying to convince her that Reploids are no more than mere appliances...

She knows that humans tend to threat them that way. But it doesn't make it any less wrong.

Ciel took a few breaths, calming herself down, but her mouth tightens to a thin line.]

They're like us.

What if someone did that to a human, then? Altered them slightly, letting them know their 'place' in life. It's all okay, right? It's for the good of themselves, and for everyone else.

[corruptedelysium]

[There's an amused look upon Cial's face. Of course, even with her humanitarian views that idea may have been appealing to her. After all, she was already like God to those mindless masses in Neo Arcadia after creating her own models of reploids. Why not completely mold them to how she saw fit...? But she soon laughs, as if to mock Ciel.]

Hohohoho! I fail to see how you are trying to compare a human to a reploid, Ciel. They're made of latex and steel. With 1s and 0s in their brains. Their old designs were flawed! I made them better. More perfect. Just like my Four Guardians.

[laprincessescientifique]

[Ciel bites her lip. She hates this. She hates seeing her dearest sister, who she cares about so much, doing this. Why can't Cial understand...?

It's almost like she can't. Or won't, rather.]

But they feel, don't they? They think, they feel, and they dream just like we do. They can fall in love, they have control over their own identity.

It's as Descartes said: Cogito Ergo Sum.

Don't make them casualties of some flawed quest for perfection.

[corruptedelysium]

[Cial doesn't understand. No, why did Ciel have to complicate things in this way? It was all supposed to be cut and dry.]

They're simply following programs. They are still machines, Ciel. Don't bring nonsensical philosophy into this. After all, isn't it true? Once they're perceived to be of no use....

[To the scrapheap. All of them. No were spared, not even the so called heroes of the Maverick Wars--all but one who rebelled and defied the government's orders.]

It seems talking with you is pointless. Not when it's clear you have no qualms in causing harm and trouble for the citizens of Neo Arcadia.