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[Starscream appears not to be in his own room, but obviously still has his journal. And Jetfire is somewhere in the background.]
JETFIRE MURDERED HIS ... well whatever this fuzzy thing is. Still he gorged it and scattered the pieces.
[He holds up an eye.See? Jetfire, do you feel no remorse for your
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[Jetfire pauses to trail his fingers over the scattered pieces, ignoring Starscream holding up the eye, putting the other eye rather pointedly closer to Starscream.]
And it had no heart.
[Have a flat stare, when he finally looks up, Starscream. Also, who was he to talk about remorse?]
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[Well, this was awkward.]
Starscream is exaggerating. I merely picked it apart. It wasn't alive using any definition of the word at all.
I... mm, apologize for any distress he caused you.
[Jetfire'll just take a moment to toss a narrow stare over his shoulder at Starscream.]
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That's terrible! why?! Why would you do something like that?!
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It's not alive. It possesses none of the parts that, for example, make you, you, and keep your body going.
It further possesses no mechanoid parts to be counted as alive... or even a proper artifical intelligence.
[A pause. How to continue?]
You learn things naturally, growing as you do so. This thing can't do that. Further, your body, as well as mine, have ways to repair itself, to keep it going within reasonable bounds. This thing have nothing like that, because it's not alive in any fashion at all.
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