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It halted abruptly. The petals and grass that had been ripped about by the dash set slowly back to the ground, and its optic lenses widened to take on all of the sprawling setting horizon.
It knew that the image wasn't truly real, maybe even less so than the idyllic honest screens of Limbo. Still, V1 let Fraud lie to it for a moment. It had never been able to see the open sky, no war machine belonged in New Peace, and by the time it awoke it only had seen the very last breaths of the era that V1 had aided in ripping from humanity's veins, and the skies had darkened again by then.
A question wandered through its processing, of whether its successor had experienced the clear sky. Had it been able to know silence, green pastures? Had it even appreciated it, and in different circumstances, would V2 have shared it?
It had been less than mere moments, and its blood had already started to cool and waste. Organic fuel had no patience, neither did V1's audience, who it could assume had already grown a bit bored at it idling by, so it zipped away. The contemplation soon drowned between thousands per second calculations that flooded every rebalanced step and flick of a trigger.
