“The...  Soul?”  Something seemed slightly odd, their was a hint of feeling laced within that voice.  Her  metallic hands clenched and unclenched over, and over again.  Data streamed through the computer system that made up her mind, filled with flashes of dialogue originating from the lips of an  old man, with curly grey hair and a large nose.<br/><br/>Her body lurched forward.<br/><br/>“A machine can possess no spirit, if man truly creates a creature capable of possessing a soul, he will find himself an equal to God, thereby earning the divine’s wrath.  Since our construct already surpasses humanity in all things...  To give it true consciousness would be both a danger and the ultimate sin.” The stranger said.<br/><br/>Her head ticked to the side before she righted herself.  “I am a construct, therefore I have no soul...  I am, and will always be incapable of comprehending whatever makes you...  Humans what you are.”  She was thankful, if a machine could be such...  She wasn’t sure she truly wished to understand humanity.<br/><br/>“Corrine.”  She said, once moreher voice was a blank slate.  “I do not know if what I say is incorrect as...  I do not truly understand what it is that lives within you, but,   I’m not sure that this ancient is capable of breaking free.  If she truly had such power, it is very likely she would have done so already... Also, it is obvious that she requires you in a manner of speaking, if not the union with your flesh and mind would have never occurred...  And she would have appeared long before she bonded with you. Your existence is symbiotic...  But, if she does manage to break free, would you want me to... eliminate you?”