Sunshine shook her head, “And all those of us who don’t have Wild, White, or Black magic can’t talk to you.”
“Yes.”
“Why is that?”
The machines displayed another hologram before her, “They can when they are born. But as they grow, they turn off that ability.” The hologram showed a human brain, and how a small section of that brain died, for some reason. “It is as if they don’t believe in magic. Or are afraid of magic. And somehow, they destroy their ability to talk with us.”
“It’s what you get for playing god, trying to manipulate genetics, as you put it.” Sunshine wiped the hologram away. “You must be new at this god thing. To get that wrong. To not be able to figure that out.”
“We are not gods. We are intelligent machines.” Words appeared in the air before Sunshine. She read them.
“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”
The machines spoke, “A quote from eons ago. From a human named Arthur C. Clarke.”
Sunshine laughed. “Might as well be.” She wiped away the words. “So we made you, and now you are remaking us?”
“That’s what Merlin said.”
“Merlin also said I should wander around the world, and see everything. That I’d learn the answers to all my questions.”
The machines were silent for a moment, then spoke, “He asked us to keep you alive.”
“Because I can’t learn my answers if I’m dead, right?”
“Correct.”
“Well. Let’s not let Merlin down.”
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