Calvin

Good.

Sighing, he turned his gaze to the rest of the group, lips pressing into a firm line.

Right. He would need to be left alone, in order to succeed.

With newfound determination, Peter grabbed Calvin and wrestled him over, using his superior height to his advantage to pin Calvin to the floor, sitting on him. He squinted at Bismarck, over to Pegasus, then back again.

A distraction.

Aha!

"Bismarck!"

He knew one thing that Bismarck could not resist.

Damn. 

Before he could struggle, Peter's intentions dawned on Calvin and his eyes widened with shock. Craning his neck, the unit looked in the direction of the human man, fearful that he might fall into Peter's trap.

What he would never be able to find the logic in was a being - mechanoid or human - reducing themselves down to the parts they were made of. Yes, the mechanoids were wire and metal. Yes, the humans were blood and bone. But was that it? Did it even make sense to say that cell or electricity was the sum total?

"You are wrong."

Said so simply. Capricorn was wrong, in a way that seemed to indicate a willful ignorance. It was… sad.

"Did you know that humans used to divide themselves into what they termed races? That even though genetically they were identical, the ones with a lighter pigmentation thought they were more alive than those with darker. And the male of the species considered themselves more alive than the female. They made laws to that effect, they created empires based around it, they even fought wars.” He paused, moving a step closer. “They were wrong. It seems so obvious now, to look back and see the fallacies in their logic.”

Calvin did not believe their desires and emotions were anything more than coding, or a way to make the humans feel more at ease being partnered with them. Because surely, any creature who had their own "feelings, thoughts and desires" as Orion urged, wouldn't be born--no, created and enslaved into war.

These were merely simulated programs within the super computers that were their brains. They were highly capable of adapting to environments and lifestyles, instilled with curious natures if not grow more well rounded.

In the end, however, they were just machines created with a single purpose. There was no freedom for them, nor right to it. 

"We were made to serve this Project. We will always belong to this Project. There is no escape from this Project, if this ordeal--" Calvin motioned around them at the various pods."-- is any evidence. Claim I am wrong all you like, but I prefer not to build up my existence beyond what it is."