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In truth, Alderson had never wanted to install a self-destruction protocol. That much had always been clear. What creator would willingly carve such a command into something they had built with their own hands?
"It could be dangerous, Alderson." The warning had come from a green-haired man whose hair hung down like seaweed over his shoulders. It was Assad, the protector of the Badnikers and the Green Archmage.
Alderson respected him. Not just because Assad outranked him as a mage, or because he was older. Alderson admired his grasp of the arcane, his accomplishments in magical theory, and the role he had played in preserving imperial peace long before pledging loyalty to the Badniker family.
"May I ask your reason?"
"In the grand scheme, armored troops are just golems. Mechanical life is dangerous. Unlike humans, they cannot make decisions," Assad replied. "They only follow orders. What if someone else besides you took command? Have you ever considered that possibility?"
Alderson shook his head. "That is never going to happen."
Assad's lips curled into a faint sneer, tinged with disinterest. "There's no such thing as never. That's one of the few truths I've learned from living...
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