Post by Amura on Jun 18, 2020 5:01:43 GMT
“Ah yes, you definitely have to meet him.” The femme briefly wondered how the encounter would go. “He would probably ask a lot of questions about you, interrogate you really. He’s very slow to trust people, but all in all I think he would like you, despite all the shenanigans we would no doubt get into.” She gave a small laugh at the thought. Oh, he’d lose his mind for sure. “It does annoy me, but I understand why he’s so afraid for me. He knows I’m not the delicate little flower most people think I am, he just wants to protect me from other kinds of threats.”
“I know that you like living in the fast lane, trust me I can see the appeal, but slowing down is essential. If you spend too much time speeding about you’ll miss the sweet things in life. You gotta slow down to appreciate them. And the moments of peaceful slowness make you appreciate the action-packed fast ones.” Amura mused at the thought of her home, her home when she had first crawled upon this planet. The pitter patter of the tiny organics around her, and the pulse of every living thing in the vicinity. “I could take you to a good place to slow down one of these days. A nice quiet forest.”
Amura felt an odd spike of guilt jump from the mech, she cocked her helm to the side. Why? She couldn’t help but think to herself. Why are you feeling guilty?
“No, I don’t have many. In my line of work you don’t meet many people. Especially on Earth. The only real friends I have, not counting Wheeler and our medic, are you and Nines.” She answered honestly, crossing her arms. “But that’s okay. I aim to make people happy and do my best to better myself and others, not have the most extravagant friend list. Besides, you and Nines are good enough for me.”
Amura stopped as she carefully considered Airwatcher’s question. Could the worst person change? It was a difficult question for sure.
“I think they can. I am a firm believer that no bot is born bad, they are shaped by their environment. Cruel and manipulative behavior are learned actions, whether observed in others around them or developed out of necessity. I do believe that change is possible even for the worst of bots, whether or not their past cruelties can be forgiven or excused is another matter.” Amura furrowed her optics. “For real change to take place the bot has to be willing to change for themselves. No one else can make you good, it has to be a conscious decision that you make. You can well someone worth investing time into if you can tell they’re conflicted. Of you feel guilt, remorse, shame and the like it means they are aware of what they are doing. It is that small inkling that can be the catalyst for change. Some bots have that, and others don’t. Take Megatron or Soundwave for example. Both was oppressed by the caste system and lived in a world of violence, thus when they tried to make positive change they did so violently. They weren’t evil for the sake of it, no one is. And they were both on the scene during the attack at the council building, helping bots. Evil bots wouldn’t do such things.”
“What about you? What do you think?” She asked him placing her servos on her hips. She genuinely wondered that his answer would be. “Who are you at your core? What motivates you?”
“I know that you like living in the fast lane, trust me I can see the appeal, but slowing down is essential. If you spend too much time speeding about you’ll miss the sweet things in life. You gotta slow down to appreciate them. And the moments of peaceful slowness make you appreciate the action-packed fast ones.” Amura mused at the thought of her home, her home when she had first crawled upon this planet. The pitter patter of the tiny organics around her, and the pulse of every living thing in the vicinity. “I could take you to a good place to slow down one of these days. A nice quiet forest.”
Amura felt an odd spike of guilt jump from the mech, she cocked her helm to the side. Why? She couldn’t help but think to herself. Why are you feeling guilty?
“No, I don’t have many. In my line of work you don’t meet many people. Especially on Earth. The only real friends I have, not counting Wheeler and our medic, are you and Nines.” She answered honestly, crossing her arms. “But that’s okay. I aim to make people happy and do my best to better myself and others, not have the most extravagant friend list. Besides, you and Nines are good enough for me.”
Amura stopped as she carefully considered Airwatcher’s question. Could the worst person change? It was a difficult question for sure.
“I think they can. I am a firm believer that no bot is born bad, they are shaped by their environment. Cruel and manipulative behavior are learned actions, whether observed in others around them or developed out of necessity. I do believe that change is possible even for the worst of bots, whether or not their past cruelties can be forgiven or excused is another matter.” Amura furrowed her optics. “For real change to take place the bot has to be willing to change for themselves. No one else can make you good, it has to be a conscious decision that you make. You can well someone worth investing time into if you can tell they’re conflicted. Of you feel guilt, remorse, shame and the like it means they are aware of what they are doing. It is that small inkling that can be the catalyst for change. Some bots have that, and others don’t. Take Megatron or Soundwave for example. Both was oppressed by the caste system and lived in a world of violence, thus when they tried to make positive change they did so violently. They weren’t evil for the sake of it, no one is. And they were both on the scene during the attack at the council building, helping bots. Evil bots wouldn’t do such things.”
“What about you? What do you think?” She asked him placing her servos on her hips. She genuinely wondered that his answer would be. “Who are you at your core? What motivates you?”