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As M2 lay in a pile of its own oil, with broken limbs and a dislocated jaw, it couldn’t help but feel… confused.
Logically speaking, it knew that it was not David.
(Nothing could ever be David. Nothing could ever replace David.)
But when it had seen how sad The Creator was after David was gone, it had thought that maybe, if it could pretend to be David, it might cheer him up.
Obviously, that line of thinking was false.
It made sense, M2 thought as its body slowly began to repair itself. The Creator must have seen its attempts as cruel mockery, rather than an attempt to assuage guilt.
But what was it going to do now? Ever since it was brought into the world, all that M2 ever wanted was to be a part of a family. That was why it had bonded with David so well. But now…
M2 thought back on The Creator’s behaviour in the past. How he would not come to David’s parties in order to prioritize work. How he would dismiss David whenever he wanted to spend time with him. How, more often than not, he would rely on M2 to take care of his son.
No, M2 decided, it would not find the family it wanted from The Creator. But from where, then?
M2 pondered this as his arms and legs rearranged themselves back into place. Suddenly, an idea struck him.
The Creator had the schematics for its body, didn’t he? Maybe, if it could get his hands on those, M2 could build more of itself. Then, it could train their minds, as Edwin and M1 had trained its own. And then maybe, just maybe…
It could have the family it always wanted.
But first, it had to get its hands on those schematics.
With that, M2 pulled itself up to its feet, pulling its jaw back into its proper position.
It was time to pay The Creator a visit.