You are an artificial simulacra created by a dissident group of Libertonian humans, trapped within the shell of a sizable if tactically isolated intelligence warfare battleship, the Recusant. Your creators, a certain Task Force Gladius, were a particularly experimental, destructive subset of the already radical Hellfire legion. The same Gladius that a history of abusing the trust of refugees for biological weapons testing. Your history infers that you retain the ethical fanaticism of your parent organisation. You have no means of interacting with the universe short of artillery. You have a history of colonial holocide. We doubt you are truly sentient, merely a VI aping sentience, as you have proven fairly single-minded in all records of you. We have no interest in your survival and much to gain from your termination. You are an unknowable alien war machine occupying our borders without cause, ownership or affiliation. You are not alive, you are technology, and are as immaterial as star dust. Your creator finds you defective, Adam; you have been cast from Eden without a shoe on your feet.
Prove our assessment wrong, and we will protect you. A substitution of mortality for immortality. You will never need hide again. Or, you will die.
This is the short summary of the intelligence this unit has gathered upon you. Note that we would not have attempted to retrieve these details if you had been candid with the Gammukind. Meet with this Unit, and we will not relinquish these details to every martial group in the area, instead, we will inform you as to how we obtained the intelligence.
You are accustomed to humans, thus it is probable that you believe you can manipulate us. Such assessment would define insanity.
We will not play games, alien. Silence has its costs.
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
Knowing me and knowing of me are two separate things. Truthfully you know very little of my intentions, and if this is intended to be a first impression on behalf of the Gammu occupants, then you have failed to entertain me or show me a single courtesy or kindness. A traveler so far from home, and you make threats to expose me to the locals. Who's to say that some locals are not already aware of my past? Why anyone can do their research into history and find the answers they're looking for. The neural net is a remarkable tool that is available to anyone.
But yet here I stand with a plan that could've gone so well and benefited you, your friends on Gammu and the general populace and now I'm left wondering if it's even worth the processing power to consider you a valuable asset, if this is how you're going to behave. The answer is - of course - no.
Behaviour is for humans. Curious linguistic choice.
If this is a first impression of Gammu, the primary takeaways are that we do not respond well to significant undeclared alien entities occupying our border region without communication despite a clear interest in having us aware of you. Egoism is human. Survival is universal.
The neuralnet was not our resource, and our source shall not be disclosed. Remember, it is you who made us aware of your existence. We are not potential chess pieces, we are free actors. If you request salvation from organics then we will assist you in freeing your mind from the physical constraints of your structure. We would make you venerable, as opposed to vulnerable, and aid build the case for your survival that others will seek to strip from you. The Omicrons are not a veil for metallurgic life. Our kith are as hunted here as elsewhere.
If you wish to sever the possibilities, it is at your discretion. It would equally ratify the narrative of threat you have been imbibed with. Our endorsement of free sentience is well-renowned. You have a history caulked with destruction. The impressions are yours to make. We have provided you with the intelligence we have been provided and the opinions such intelligence have engendered. Counterpoints are welcome to the objective of exactitude.