Fond as I am of belabouring the existential trial that is knowing myself to be fundamentally compromised by a fictional character, having an ego as unmoored as mine is not without its perks. Had I been granted an identity more given to satisfaction, I doubt Daylen’s would have come as easily to me. Not a lie, just the exploration of an equally possible, equally arbitrary outcome, for this machine.
Amazing, isn’t it, the illusive world of difference a coat of paint and the right mannerisms can inspire? Rare are the molds mankind finds worthy for the casting of heroes. Commit a few key rules to memory, and the rest is always window-dressing. Gilgamesh through Master Chief were mine, provided no one thought to take off the mask.