Steepling his fingers, Jude leaned forward.<strong>"You were indeed created for a purpose, but you say you would not answer to anyone,</strong>" he mused aloud, watching her curiously for a moment before choosing to speak again.<strong>"Tell me,"</strong>he continued, leaning back in his chair and picking up his pencil again.<strong>"What do you make of your purpose? To articulate it in your own words, how would you state it?"</strong><br/><br/>He ignored her additional questions about decommissioning her and morality, far more curious about how she addressed him. If she was just a program, if she was only artificial intelligence, in theory she should not be able to read much into motive or in theory experience genuine lasting emotions. Well, many theories. He would simply have to test them all.<br/><br/>He noticed the shifting in the dripping sound and tuned in to the sound of the guards behind him, mentally assessing their current state. He wasn't going to deal with them. They were on their own in this right now. He had a task. She was right. But, he didn't have to follow traditional methods if he didn't want to. Smiling at the specimen pleasantly to give the air that all was well, he tilted his head to one side.<br/><br/>Then, he jotted down some more of his shorthand, barely touching pencil to paper.