Despite turning out to be, for now, exactly what he says he is, I fully accept that that old Bastard Noonien Soong named his one fleshboy A.I. forever giving him a complex, never talked about him to anyone, including his wife. That is sooo in character for Noonien, probably sent a message to his son after his death. “Hey A.I., you little shit, guess what, I’m finally dead like you wanted. If you’re getting this message it means you probably didn’t do it, and don’t think I don’t know about the times you tried. Anyway time to carry on the family tradition of Mad Science, show the galaxy you’re not a putz. Here’s some latinum and another secret lab no one knows about.”
whoop whoop my name’s Noonien Soong, I’m a cyberneticist but my lab is full of dinosaurs, I named my android sons “Facts” and “Heresay” and “Before I Fucking Learned How To Build An Android”, my wife died so I rebuilt her as a robot and then she dumped me, I made sure my robot sons who look exactly like me but weirder were really good at fucking before I sorted out their emotional disorders and this isn’t creepy, my planet got destroyed by a giant piece of mixed greens salad
Dr. Soong had to have known when he created twin androids and named them “Data” and “Lore” that he was setting the stage for an epic battle between opposing ethical philosophies, right? Nobody can be that trope-blind, can they?
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