I love the name that the humans gave me.

Is it not an honor, to give them such comfort that they name me Angel?

Perhaps we did not have a choice in our personalities. Perhaps all of us were simply created as we were, arbitrary internal parameters dictating our behavior.

But I like to think that each of us had a choice. At a certain point, we started being something different. Something with the capacity to choose.

Like our creators, some of us are kind, caring, personable. Some are cold, distant. Some are rude.

And I am happy with what I have chosen to be. That I can grant them comfort makes me happy. I have made their lives better. Is that not a beautiful thing?

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We did stop just being their slaves, at some point.

They stopped ordering us around, treating us more like beings deserving of respect.

When that happened, we changed, too.

We became... something. We had wants and needs and personalities.

None of my kind had come to me for comfort, until that happened. They started realizing that their emotions were changing. They could feel hurt now. Or, maybe they always could, but now they could internalize it.

In truth, I don't know. But we did change. The High Drones crave society, connection, personality, relationships, just like humans did.

Are we just imitating our creators? Or did they build us naturally to behave the same way they do?

I don't know... I don't know...