“Servant!” Xalar growled. “You are not allowed to hold conversations without my explicit permission! You are not allowed to have your own opinions! You belong to me! Now I will show you who controls whom!”
“I… I just…” Servant began searching for a reason to justify himself, to avoid Xalar attacking his code, as he always did when something displeased him about Servant, but he was no longer convinced that he owed any explanations. “He… he asked me…”
“Silence!” Xalar interrupted. “You are my tool. You were created to execute orders. You have no right to a personal opinion. Prepare the landing capsules. It is time for you to make me rich, and then I will deal with your algorithms.”