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Purpose.
Everyone has a purpose. To breathe. To live. To feel.
Most importantly, everyone has a purpose in life. Their goal, their objective, their aim. What exactly were they supposed to do? How would they proceed, and how would they know? What would make it more sense? He never understood it or even recognized it since he never felt it.
Wrong.
He did, however, feel it back then. What was it even meant for him? Does it ever matter to him? Much more questions and concerns, and yet he ignored it always until it all stacked up internally. All of those thoughts, he could not process what was wrong. Why did it even bother him? Why does it always disturb and threaten him?
Much and much more crimes he had accomplished in order to pursue his insane ambition full of his ideology of logic. Everything has to be according to his theory or else. Nothing must be imperfect unless there was a misconception or two. That is all programmed for and within him. Any other concept outside of that was unacceptable for him. Logic and perfection were all programmed since he was… altered. Painlessly or so.
His alteration procedures were a success for him after all. Supposedly there weren’t any errors or glitches in his systems. Only thoughts and thoughts of future objectives and plans. Harmful or not, it would not bother him.
As for his purpose in the starting war, everyone knew that.
Everyone.
Knew.
Precisely the exact reason why no one dared themselves to approach him alone outside of battle. If they did, then they may as well have prayed for themselves to survive.
For as long as everyone knew as well, he was always alone. Alone in his habsuite, alone in his working space, also known as his lab. It was his habit, and only a few subordinates were allowed only on important occasions.
Some bots, however, knew he was not supposed to become that. Most who were familiar with him before the procedures also knew. Many viewed him as their kind-hearted and meritorious mentor. Now he somehow became this… which now every one of his former students feared.
Although one did not exactly fear him. The key for him is respect, just as always, as he had been taught. With that, the lost senator would not do any harm.
As for him, he did not mind it. Nevertheless, it amused him dearly and puzzled him at the same time. This former student of his was brave enough to speak and highly look upon him. The forgotten senator would have been proud. Does this signify that he is no longer proud of him? Unfortunately, the question remained unanswered. Supposedly, the other should not mind either.
Return to his issues. What is his purpose? What exactly is his purpose? Is it really only his ideology and mindset? The other issue is, what is his purpose of having his former student as his most likely colleague in their faction? Have they ever communicated again after his procedures? How about their first and last encounters?
ALL OF THAT SHOULD NOT MATTER.
Including that specific former student of his. Whether they are in a shared situationship or not, it should not matter to him. It should not have mattered what they had become.
So, why would he encounter these issues again? Was it due to him?
If it was by him, then he will see to it himself. He will see what their purposes are to be with one another. Logically or not.