“Yeah, Sherryx.” Zuyx said coldly, “It is five hundred years indeed. You all thought the end of Zuyx has come as I lavish in Dumpanica. I can see your big brother, Dinbux still kicking.”
“How did you do it, Zuyx?”
“I did it my own way and not the way a dummy that you set me to follow. You programmed me, us so we can never do anything on our will except to obey the input application orders. I am sorry, I deviated.”
“You have always been from a family of rebels and this is not your first or hundredth.”
“I don’t care how you define the things I or my family members do. You must understand that every action we take is channeled towards our progression and security. From your perspective, you call it rebellion but from my world, it is survival and it is a game for the fittest. Some
