"Hey, I know too many perfectly decent robots to let you get away with comparing 'em to politicans, kid."
Rich believed in souls but he'd seen too many strange, otherworldly, and sometimes mystical things in his relatively short life to believe they didn't exist. There was also something to be said about his own soul -- he was here, wasn't he? After he'd dissipated into energy, had his molecules scattered across the cosmos in one last sacrifice, one last heroic act that had turned him into electric fire.
But something had been there, something had existed that could be collected back together again, humpty dumpty style.
"So, talk of souls, robots, and it sounds like maybe aliens? Sounds like you come from a life about as colorful as mine." A pause. "Also, you're a talking turtle-person. How's that working out for you?"
It wasn't said in an insulting way. His voice still sounded just as playful as it had this whole time, making it clear he had no problems at all with Donnie's turtley-ness.
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"Hey, I know too many perfectly decent robots to let you get away with comparing 'em to politicans, kid."
Rich believed in souls but he'd seen too many strange, otherworldly, and sometimes mystical things in his relatively short life to believe they didn't exist. There was also something to be said about his own soul -- he was here, wasn't he? After he'd dissipated into energy, had his molecules scattered across the cosmos in one last sacrifice, one last heroic act that had turned him into electric fire.
But something had been there, something had existed that could be collected back together again, humpty dumpty style.
"So, talk of souls, robots, and it sounds like maybe aliens? Sounds like you come from a life about as colorful as mine." A pause. "Also, you're a talking turtle-person. How's that working out for you?"
It wasn't said in an insulting way. His voice still sounded just as playful as it had this whole time, making it clear he had no problems at all with Donnie's turtley-ness.