Order nodded as Trinity spoke.<span style="color: #ffff00">"i agree with Trinity and i would also add that my drones are not sentient or capable of creative thinking. for the most part they teleport around the world putting out fires, catching people who fall and taking care of other basic tasks so that i can focus on problems that require thought."</span><br/><br/>while he was catching up she threw the wine and glass down the path between the fields. she huffed and didn't even look at him as she stomped along at a brisk pace.<span style="color: #b35900">"how about fuck you, your tests and your help. oh, and fuck you talking about triggers. Nyaka practically cut my child out of me and then rammed the knife up through the wound and into my heart, how the fuck do you expect me to react!? trigger... go fuck yourself."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>