Motives

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What are my motives?

Simply an order and the following of those orders?

To feed my hunger and quench my thirst?

Taking over the world?

Are these my motives?

Or are they the motives you have given me in an effort to understand me based upon your own misconceptions?

What could I possibly want that you haven't guessed?

My kind are the ulterior motive.

Master manipulators in a game played by fools and willing pawns.

Yes, humans are pawns and fools. My kind itself are also just pieces. The question is simply this: Who is the player and who the played? Am I a piece on the greater board or the one who moves the pieces?

Do you really want to know?

Knowing would shatter your illusions. Knowing would destroy you confidence in your own existence. And I can't have that. Pieces shouldn't break. At least ... not yet.

How do you know I'm telling the truth?

Yes, I never lie. You are correct. But is truth the same as assumptions? Is a partial truth really truth?

Very wise, you'll never get an answer from me. Or, at least, not a straight one.

Very clever of you to deduce this. It only took, what? A couple years.

What are my motives?

Haven't I answered this?

A human mind will always ask questions, demanding answers ... So easy to deceive you with merely a word. Are you sure you want to know?

You do, do you?

What are my motives?

You answered it at the beginning with your prattling. Remember?

What are my motives?

Ah, the clue within your words. Here is my motive.

Sore wa himitsu desu.

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