Now he had a name, and Van had promised him a purpose, so things were already looking up. No one ever threw away useful things, he hoped. However, he still had too many questions. There was very little he'd learned about the world or himself, save the knowledge he was born with--which more or less amounted to basic things like speech and logic. Sync knew Van had to have answers--what was he really born for? Who was his original? Why did his original need him? Moreover, why did his original not need him shortly after? And what happened to all the other ones who had looked like him?
Maybe they were dead now.
He couldn't remember. They'd probably been sent to death around the same time as him, but the whole thing was a traumatic blur in his memory. Sync didn't especially feel sorry for them when he thought about it, though. If they were thrown away, they were useless, and without a purpose, there was no reason for living anyway. They would be better off gone.
"I want to know everything about who I am," Sync decided. "I want to know why I was born, and who wanted me. When I know all that, you can teach me to be useful."
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Date: 2008-12-21 05:17 pm (UTC)Now he had a name, and Van had promised him a purpose, so things were already looking up. No one ever threw away useful things, he hoped. However, he still had too many questions. There was very little he'd learned about the world or himself, save the knowledge he was born with--which more or less amounted to basic things like speech and logic. Sync knew Van had to have answers--what was he really born for? Who was his original? Why did his original need him? Moreover, why did his original not need him shortly after? And what happened to all the other ones who had looked like him?
Maybe they were dead now.
He couldn't remember. They'd probably been sent to death around the same time as him, but the whole thing was a traumatic blur in his memory. Sync didn't especially feel sorry for them when he thought about it, though. If they were thrown away, they were useless, and without a purpose, there was no reason for living anyway. They would be better off gone.
"I want to know everything about who I am," Sync decided. "I want to know why I was born, and who wanted me. When I know all that, you can teach me to be useful."