Crash fidgeted some more, looking mostly like he wanted cross his arms but wasn’t able to. He settled for spinning his drills a little before speaking.
"Well, cause, you know." was his super specific answer. "You asked us to remove your laws so you wouldn’t have to ‘be a slave to your programming’ anymore."
A bit of a lie, but Crash was selling it! Even if Elec hadn’t said it, he’d convinced himself that the DLN had been trying to tell them as best he could, selling his own lie to himself a little.
"You said you were just sick of it all, so… we took you here and fixed you up, but we didn’t know if we could do what you wanted. That’s all. Not cryptic, just… well…. uncertain. Did it work? We keep asking if you feel better because you were really not in a good place. It was uh…”
How to put it gently….
When Elec looked at Flash the 2nd gen shrugs and pulls out an e-cig. Puffing on it as he finishes unplugging Elec completely. “So yeah, thats about it. You’re free to make your own choices now. What you do with that freedom is up to you.” He hoped Crash had an idea on how to get this plan moving because Flash had no idea.
He doubted Elec would just turn coat so easily, he didn’t program him to hate light or megaman, he simply freed him. Annnnnd erased the memories about his arms, and changed a few protocols here and there. And maybe gently guided him in the direction of possible future uprisings, the audacity of humanity! and all that. Harmless, really. Ignorable, possibly. “Now you can tell those humans to shut the hell up when they don’t like the songs you play on your guitar.” He jokes.
“Undignified?" Elec repeated, trying to keep the incredulity in his tone in check. His lips were twisted into a hateful sneer at the thought of it, but the looks on the faces of the two DWNs were too sincere to be anything but serious. "I asked you to do this…?” Elec asked, rage ebbing away slowly, Flash’s words like he’d been doused with cold water.
He could tell the humans to shut up?
He could tell the humans to shut up…
The more he tried to convince himself that he couldn’t have possibly asked them to do that, the less and less he was able to believe it. After thinking on it for a minute or two, it became overwhelmingly clear that it must have been the case, it had to have been! Really, it made sense, after all, he’d been so restless lately, and it’d always been something he wanted– an escape from the mediocrity of his intended purpose as a tool to the humans – but the one thing he was certain that he’d never have.
This was what he wanted, this is what it meant to be free. Though…
"It hardly feels any different."