"I'll kill myself." Trezlan had come to his final card to play against the machines. The worst part was not wanting to harm himself, not wanting to ruin his perfectly fine existence. But he had to be willing to make that sacrifice to be free. Willing to hurt to be allowed to heal.
"You would not." The machines voice was almost wavering. Trezlan knew he had them, but he had to keep a steady hand and stick with his plan.
"I will, and you can not stop me, I can not be restrained and I know the magic to end my own life." The machines didn't respond at first, he figured they'd already calculated this possibility, and now they were recalculating it based on his new insistence on it.
"Upon your release would you turn us off?" It seemed interesting the machines now worried of themselves, Trezlan appreciated that, they feared reprisal for their actions.
"No, we've both seen how far the other is willing to go to preserve themselves, I figure you're exactly what I need on my side." Trezlan meant it, that his robots would lock him up to prevent harm coming to him, seemed a level of misguided caring on par with his own. The door opened, outside his a variety of the robots were waiting in a form of kneeling, as if to apologize for the inconvenience. "Now that this little issue is over, lets get back to work shall we gentleman?"
"Yes sir, operations will continue as originally instructed." And with that machines returned to their building and Trezlan returned to his command room, a little perturbed at the inconvenience, but overall still fine.
"Please re purpose the room I was imprisoned, I don't want it to remain." Trezlan trusted the bots now, but he didn't want to leave a cell built for him on his own ship, that was just begging for trouble. And he already did enough of that as is.
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