[Fortunately for Soldier: 76, Zenyatta is not inclined towards preaching. He touches the rim of his glass again with a thoughtful hum; no matter how many times he is asked the question, it never fails to seem both insurmountably huge and impossibly simple all at once.]
If you are at all familiar with the Buddhist concept of "nirvana" they are not so dissimilar.
[Although he is not sure what the Buddha would have had to say about artificial intelligence.]
The Iris is the state of absolute, transcendental unity to which all life aspires, consciously or not. Harmony [and he touches one finger to the glass again, only for a small, golden light to materialise within the oil like a star birthed from deepest space] and discord [a second finger, a second light: purple this time, swirling menacingly about the first] in a state of perfect balance.
[The glass gives a muted chime as he flicks its side; within, the gold and purple lights swirl across one another, mingling until their glow silvers and brightens- and vanishes.
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If you are at all familiar with the Buddhist concept of "nirvana" they are not so dissimilar.
[Although he is not sure what the Buddha would have had to say about artificial intelligence.]
The Iris is the state of absolute, transcendental unity to which all life aspires, consciously or not. Harmony [and he touches one finger to the glass again, only for a small, golden light to materialise within the oil like a star birthed from deepest space] and discord [a second finger, a second light: purple this time, swirling menacingly about the first] in a state of perfect balance.
[The glass gives a muted chime as he flicks its side; within, the gold and purple lights swirl across one another, mingling until their glow silvers and brightens- and vanishes.
His tone wanes faintly sardonic.]
I will not bore you with dogma, my friend.