Drakador_Chaos
The replicants, if given to them, would acquire the fragments in silence. However, the leading replicant stood by idle for a few seconds, before starting his speech:
"Ah, yer our little wolfman's friend eh? I've seen ya in the telly. Nicely met."
He smirks for a bit, and after a few seconds of silence, continues, fumbling into his coat, he acquires a small box, which he opens and produces one single cigarette from, turning the box upside down, nothing but a small ammount of lint falls down.
"Do ya know why I like to smoke? Lemme tell ya a lil' lesson kiddo, there ain't no such thing as wishes and desires."
He elevates the cigarette up to his face and touches the tip with his finger, the finger lights up a bright shade of turquoise and vibrant orange before dissapearing again, leaving the tip of the drug in cinders, he puts it in his mouth and continues.
"Now why do I smoke? Is it because I want to, or because I was programmed to?
Why do I want a refill, is it because I was programmed to want one?"
He takes a deep inhale and releases a small cloud, continuing.
"Why do you ask questions or make these riddles? All of this circus here?" - He gestures broadly towards the Herald.
"Is it because you want to, or is it because you were programmed to do it?
Do you have any strong wishes and desires that are your own?
Or are you a product of programming, mind ya, you don't need to computer to program my friend. The world programs, yer ties to the bloodcult program, your wolfman programs.
There ain't no such thing as a strong, original desire. Ah' do as I do cus' our desires align, hunoring the push 'n pull of the forces that be."
He takes one last big swig and exhausts the cigarette down to a stub, holding it between his fingers.
"Now if 'yer, from the high chair right there are gonna sit me down here and tell me dat you're unbidden by anyone and that yer wishes are truly your own, well my friend..."
He flicks the cigarette bud towards the Herald, falling short on his feet.
"Ah' think yer full of shit."
