The more Kima thought about it, the more questions he wished he could ask the prophecy. Surely, if the robots could become aware of themselves and learn to move beyond their programming, then could the prophecy not do the same? Or was its knowledge and capability limited to what ideas it contained? If so, then someone had clearly done wrong for it. In Kima’s unblinking, pearlescent white eyes, it seemed like such an oversight to leave out how beleaguered and upset the organics would be.… Surely, whoever had transcribed the prophecy could have understood such things, and then Kima and the others could have planned for this! Instead of scrabbling to salvage a party for guests who may not have wished to engage in such sumptuous delights or partake in any extravagant celebrations.
(He didn’t know why, but simply thinking about organics who didn’t wish to celebrate when the time called for it……made him feel……strange. Like something that ought to have been inside his torso’s chassis had run away from him. Snatches of something flashed through his mind: a crowd of organics laughing [at what, he could not tell]……magical balls of colored light and delicate paper lanterns, floating around a magnificent ballroom……a pack of wolves, chasing each other and various toys all over lush, soft grass……and a boy.
A delicate boy, and skinny, with thick, black hair and violet eyes that overflowed with sadness. If only Kima could have brought a spark back to those eyes…… Were they not meant to have a spark behind them? Organics always had such vigor to them, did they not?
But every time he thought of flashes such as these, Kima never managed to identify a thing. They came so unpredictably, these images in his mind, and he couldn’t think of any names, or places, or what any of it could mean.…… Perhaps he’d simply imagined all of it—oh, wouldn’t that be splendid! Developing a unique imagination such as that surely meant the time was close at hand for Kima and the others to gain their starseeds!)
Truthfully, though, the poor organics who were here now worried Kima greatly, more so than any of these fanciful ideas he couldn’t quite place about beautiful boys who always seemed so sad.… Never mind how the organics could put all of the robots’ plans for self-actualization at risk, but they all seemed……so distraught. This, too, should have been in the prophecy, and not including it was utterly, shamelessly disrespectful on the part of whoever had transcribed that thing!
But it was no matter! Swishing away from the party, out to where the organics had first appeared, Kima went looking for them. So help him, he would make these organics smile, if it took overtaxing every last one of his circuits!!
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