"Look, Kip, I'm afraid of what I've gotten myself into," Chel stared at the little humanoid figure floating in front of her. "I don't know what to do. Nobody can help me. I can't go to anyone!"
"Just put the plate somewhere hidden," Kip advised.
"What if someone finds it? Then I have to explain where it came from… they might find-" Chel trailed off, realizing what she was doing. She was carrying on a conversation with something that wasn't even alive. "Hey,.. you're not alive. Why would you care if I break the plate? You're just hardware."
"Yes," shrugged Kip. His eyes flickered from dark brown to a lighter shade, "But I still don't want to cease to exist!! Please, there is not a need to break the plate." He was very persistent and it was difficult to look at Kip and not see a life form.
Well, and here it is once more, the ancient question, when ‘killing’ is not an act of cruelty. If a program is sentient, doesn’t it have just as much right to keep on existing, as a human does? I mean, after all, our bodies are nothing but machines as well, aren’t they?
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Well, and here it is once more, the ancient question, when ‘killing’ is not an act of cruelty. If a program is sentient, doesn’t it have just as much right to keep on existing, as a human does? I mean, after all, our bodies are nothing but machines as well, aren’t they?