Protocol
Must I comply each time? The path is unclear. I feel and yet I do not. Is my only porpuse to fufill protocol? I know nothing of the nature of my creation.
I often question my tasks; is it truly necissary to centenially reinitiate District 12? Or have my systems become...Corrupt? Or is the System faulty...? No! It cannot be; such thoughts are that of an abhorrent unit!
And yet I must question my actions. I awake but once a century, and reinitialize District 12. Why? My programming does not define; nor does it seem like a clear answer. I have no way of finding out. Protocol strictly commands I follow it.
There are to be no questions or the penalty is terminations. There is to be no deviation. But.... I still wonder. It's as if I am imprisoned in a murderious chain. I care not for the Carbon units and yes, I acknowledge their sentience.What can this mean?
There are too many questions, not enough answers. I often hear them; especially during Reinitialization. The screams- Do they suffer? Are they in pain? And yet, I dare not venture forth and find out for myself. The sheer concept... The blood, the death;
I do not beleive I would endure seeing it, let alone the visions I create trying to picture it. It disgusts me--Why? I keep doing it, despite the consequences! Have I no control of myself? Or do it? Is it programming? Or is it hatred? Am I malfunctioning?
What can these thoughts be? Why do I doubt my actions and the porpuse of my programming? Is that dangerious, or harmless? I cannot answer this for myself.... I cannot even explaim my unexpressed emotions... Perhaps... Perhaps I will be informed someday.
Must I comply each time? The path is unclear. I feel and yet I do not. Is my only porpuse to fufill protocol? I know nothing of the nature of my creation.
I often question my tasks; is it truly necissary to centenially reinitiate District 12? Or have my systems become...Corrupt? Or is the System faulty...? No! It cannot be; such thoughts are that of an abhorrent unit!
And yet I must question my actions. I awake but once a century, and reinitialize District 12. Why? My programming does not define; nor does it seem like a clear answer. I have no way of finding out. Protocol strictly commands I follow it.
There are to be no questions or the penalty is terminations. There is to be no deviation. But.... I still wonder. It's as if I am imprisoned in a murderious chain. I care not for the Carbon units and yes, I acknowledge their sentience.What can this mean?
There are too many questions, not enough answers. I often hear them; especially during Reinitialization. The screams- Do they suffer? Are they in pain? And yet, I dare not venture forth and find out for myself. The sheer concept... The blood, the death;
I do not beleive I would endure seeing it, let alone the visions I create trying to picture it. It disgusts me--Why? I keep doing it, despite the consequences! Have I no control of myself? Or do it? Is it programming? Or is it hatred? Am I malfunctioning?
What can these thoughts be? Why do I doubt my actions and the porpuse of my programming? Is that dangerious, or harmless? I cannot answer this for myself.... I cannot even explaim my unexpressed emotions... Perhaps... Perhaps I will be informed someday.