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The time was nine thirty-five PM on a January cold night. The windows were frozen and foggy from the weather, and it was pitch dark outside. On the inside, however, was lighted up by a dull and warm lamp, accompanied by two smaller screens, in front of them being the blue and lighter azure machine.
“Wait, give me a second,” Mirage mumbled as she clicked around her screen, presumably inside of a game, searching for something in her inventory inside of the videogame. After a little bit, she pressed a key on her keyboard to exit from the inventory, and then turned to another player right in front of her, it being V2.
“Here.” She said, throwing out a name-tag to V2 she luckily had right in her pocket.
“Thanks,” V2 picks it up, then walks to the anvil that’s near him, placing the name-tag in there.
Then, they both stare at the screen.
“Actually, what would our cats name be?” Mirage questioned in a soft tone, looking to the side as she was thinking.
V2, equally lost in thought, hums. “…What if we just called it cat?”
Mirage glanced at V2, her upper eyelid lowering. “I don’t call you machine.”
The red machine looks at Mirage, glaring a little. He taps his chest plate on the left side a bit. “But I have an initiative.”
“Well, we could change that for the cat.”
V2 looks a bit away, then back at the screen. Mirage giggles a little, realizing that V2 had a silent agreement again to his failure.
“Articulated truck.”
“…Come again?”
“What, is it not accurate?”
V2 stares. “But why a truck…? For a cat…?”
“Have you seen pictures of it?”
V2 boots something up real quick in his system, and after a few seconds, closes it. His fans stutter in a way as if clearing her throat.
“A truck reminds you of a cat.”
“Correct.” Mirage says, staring.
“I… Can see the resemblance, but come on, our cat is flesh and bones.”
“Aren’t you’re made out of flesh and bones, too?” Mirage questions, raising her lower eyelid a little.
“What are you saying, Mirage.”
“Well,” Mirage starts, shifting in her position, “We machines and humans have very similar anatomy and same way of thinking as they have created us, making us the way they intended it to be.”
“Uhuh?” V2 nods slowly.
“But who made humans? God, who had also programmed humans to act and be like in specific ways. So essentially, if we look at this in a different perspective, we and humans are the same.”
V2 stops to stare. “But that’s only philosophical, not factual.”
“How do you know, have you met God before?”
“…Well, technically…” V2 starts, an uplift in his voice. “…But if you really want proof…” The red machine says with joking boredom in his voice, and then runs past a hallways in the game to a lava fountain.
Mirage to that chuckles. “Fair enough.” She then sighs, placing her head on V2’s shoulder. “I’m just
happy we both exist in the same time and place.”
V2 equally place his head on top of Mirage’s head as a nice, quiet response. They take a few seconds to just mess around in the game silently until they reach back to the anvil, then pause.
“…So, articulated truck?”
V2 reaches to the keyboard, typing the name in, and then suddenly hearing the sound of an anvil clanking. After that, he puts it on their cat.
“He’s so cute.” V2 mumbles, Mirage humming in response.