"It's in me like blood, Ben. Like breathing. It's- it's like Gravity. I don't know that we can- that anyone could-" Peter is young and brilliant, oh all her kids are so, so smart. So clever, so kind in their way; but this? None of them have the tools or the background. Reginald went out of his way to prevent it. Pixie dozes by the table, a constant source of comfort and a reminder that Peter has managed-
But a human is more than a cat. And under the paint and the hair and the lights, she's more than human, designed to withstand so much and nowhere near enough to keep them safe. Grace's lips twist, a beading of lubrication gathering at the corners of her eyes, dripping. "I don't know what of me would be left if you took all of him away."
Even if it would free her- she doesn't know. She can't point to any portion of her code and say for certain what is her or what is developed by Reginald.
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But a human is more than a cat. And under the paint and the hair and the lights, she's more than human, designed to withstand so much and nowhere near enough to keep them safe. Grace's lips twist, a beading of lubrication gathering at the corners of her eyes, dripping. "I don't know what of me would be left if you took all of him away."
Even if it would free her- she doesn't know. She can't point to any portion of her code and say for certain what is her or what is developed by Reginald.