[ Paradise, huh? That must be the human Turo's writing.
More feels strange, staring down at his notes. There's no meaningful semantic difference between paradise and utopia. In the most basic sense of it, he and Turo's creator had been looking for the same thing.
But this... Just what vision was this man pursuing that made him leave behind his son and risk so many lives?
The letters on these pages must be the twisted sentiments that had given birth to the artificial man More holds so dear.
More leaves the outpost without checking the computer (he's scared he'll fuck something up if he tries, that seems illadvised in the mind of a robot), but he'll check the other outposts he passes for more hints on the way down. ]
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More feels strange, staring down at his notes. There's no meaningful semantic difference between paradise and utopia. In the most basic sense of it, he and Turo's creator had been looking for the same thing.
But this... Just what vision was this man pursuing that made him leave behind his son and risk so many lives?
The letters on these pages must be the twisted sentiments that had given birth to the artificial man More holds so dear.
More leaves the outpost without checking the computer (he's scared he'll fuck something up if he tries, that seems illadvised in the mind of a robot), but he'll check the other outposts he passes for more hints on the way down. ]