"You could call them another species, as we have no control over them. But, in reality, they are just machines under no one's command. They follow their programming aimlessly."

And Cibo remained relatively calm while she shook her head in disagreement. "It was a necessary sacrifice. I was able to save my mind, though. Or else I wouldn't be here right now." A gentle smile even. In the City, death happened often, especially in Cibo's case. At least, she's experienced it more than a normal human should have. "Death is not an uncommon thing to you, is it?"