#k.0

"Its a danger to our security units, a disruption to the supply chain, and above all else..." The spindly K.0 sighed, running its hands through the thick wires that connected it to the body A.0, "really fucking bad PR. I mean that thing looks like one of us, having it destroying the city at apparently random whim isn't helping our already tarnished image."

"So you want me to take it out?" HZ.031 asked, shifting the large rifle on it's back.

"Well- no. Neutralize it. But- that's no synthetic flesh. Whatever it is, it's built on an organic base, something we would never get the legal greenlight to do," K.0 opened it's mouth to continue, only to pause as a quiet noise came from A.0, a single green light on it's visor blinking.

For a moment the two prototypes seemed to be exchanging words, although HZ.031 questioned if any language was used. When two consciousnesses were so intertwined on a processor level, was there a need for language? In its 3 hours of new awareness it found that it was already able to interface with it's own guns in a way that made them a seamless extension of it's own mind. These two had been wired together for years, did they really even count as two anymore?

"A.0 would like me to remind you that while I would like it back in one piece, stopping it is your primary objective." K.0 carefully processed it's words, as if dancing around a point, "That said, if you can-"