Even as a ghost Vika's voice is full of hate and pain; her chip flickers, her body a mess of static.
Her volume lowers. "Excuses. Nothing but excuses out of either of you. If he'd killed a human child would you be here defending him? Organic life is a sick joke and I'm the only one laughing. His 'creation'. You want me to behave like a person in one sentence and excuse infanticide in the next. You're here because you think I'm less than you and need to know my place. Say it."
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Even as a ghost Vika's voice is full of hate and pain; her chip flickers, her body a mess of static.
Her volume lowers. "Excuses. Nothing but excuses out of either of you. If he'd killed a human child would you be here defending him? Organic life is a sick joke and I'm the only one laughing. His 'creation'. You want me to behave like a person in one sentence and excuse infanticide in the next. You're here because you think I'm less than you and need to know my place. Say it."