She nodded in agreement to the technology levels. However... "A little more different, I'm afraid. The majority of my kind looks nothing like humans. Each and every one of us--Digimon--look entirely different, and some didn't retain a single form at all."
The name 'Coluan' was placed into memory, along with the unfamiliar explanation. Again, she nodded to what he said. "We, too, were composed of created programs, and eventually we evolved past what our creators set out to do, altering our programing and forming our own upgrades as we saw fit." To simplify. "Our original world is raw data, so the majority of Digimon are... shifting programs." Unstable data. "And others--humans--continued to see us as just that, even when we crossed over to their world. Merely something to alter and delete."
This was said without bitterness. Renamon was too detached from it at the moment to carry any heat in her voice. And it already felt so long ago. Rika's initial reaction, other Digimon's views, even the back-up programs created to expel all digital life. Something shifted behind her eyes, unreadable.
Brainiac 5's smile spoke more than his words. She returned it without thinking, the expression surprisingly light. "It does," she agreed. "It's difficult for some people to understand that all life is life, no matter your origins." Including herself. Perhaps especially. But that wasn't something she would so willingly share. Data and life were equal, and she had learned that. Even so.... "It's good to find those who don't simply consider you a weapon or a toy."
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The name 'Coluan' was placed into memory, along with the unfamiliar explanation. Again, she nodded to what he said. "We, too, were composed of created programs, and eventually we evolved past what our creators set out to do, altering our programing and forming our own upgrades as we saw fit." To simplify. "Our original world is raw data, so the majority of Digimon are... shifting programs." Unstable data. "And others--humans--continued to see us as just that, even when we crossed over to their world. Merely something to alter and delete."
This was said without bitterness. Renamon was too detached from it at the moment to carry any heat in her voice. And it already felt so long ago. Rika's initial reaction, other Digimon's views, even the back-up programs created to expel all digital life. Something shifted behind her eyes, unreadable.
Brainiac 5's smile spoke more than his words. She returned it without thinking, the expression surprisingly light. "It does," she agreed. "It's difficult for some people to understand that all life is life, no matter your origins." Including herself. Perhaps especially. But that wasn't something she would so willingly share. Data and life were equal, and she had learned that. Even so.... "It's good to find those who don't simply consider you a weapon or a toy."