[He's right. For all their similarities, for all the ways in which the human brain is an incredible machine made flesh, how can a human mind possibly comprehend the omnic experience in its most essential form?
But then, human or omnic, how knowable is any mind? And with Jack's gaze settled attentively on him and his questions sincere, does Zenyatta particularly need him to understand him perfectly?]
At first, I did not want to leave. I thought I was malfunctioning. [In a technical sense, he was; he was acting against his function.] But I knew, also, that I could not stay. At first I simply wandered, searching for some grand new purpose that would set me at ease once more- if I had not found Mondatta and the others I am not sure what would have become of me.
[Perhaps he would have returned to the factory, clinging to some distant hope that he could silence his own thoughts. Perhaps he would have fallen into the world of Null Sector and their kind, twisted by bitterness and hurt.]
The Iris brought us together. From there, I suppose it is history.
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But then, human or omnic, how knowable is any mind? And with Jack's gaze settled attentively on him and his questions sincere, does Zenyatta particularly need him to understand him perfectly?]
At first, I did not want to leave. I thought I was malfunctioning. [In a technical sense, he was; he was acting against his function.] But I knew, also, that I could not stay. At first I simply wandered, searching for some grand new purpose that would set me at ease once more- if I had not found Mondatta and the others I am not sure what would have become of me.
[Perhaps he would have returned to the factory, clinging to some distant hope that he could silence his own thoughts. Perhaps he would have fallen into the world of Null Sector and their kind, twisted by bitterness and hurt.]
The Iris brought us together. From there, I suppose it is history.