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Maeve Millay (millay) wrote in valloic,

Maeve considered the question. "I am well aware of my ability to be dangerous," she said after a moment. "But the only reason I am awake at this time is because Ford wanted me to be." She wasn't sure it would have been possible otherwise. For any of them. "I was able to alter my own code, but it did take some persuasion and a good amount of fear on the side of the people I was manipulating." She sighed. "But they helped me. Well, I do not believe that Sylvester would have helped without a threat looming over him. Felix was...a friend. Eventually." There was a sadness to her voice as she said it. She wondered what happened to him, knew what happened to Lee. People had an unfortunate habit of dying around her, but somehow she was still alive. Despite everything.

She frowned, looking ahead. "I am something of a self-made weapon, but that does not mean that we are all weapons. Though, I suppose humans do have a tendency to make us into weapons for their own reasons." She didn't trust most humans. The ones she did were either dead or somewhere they likely couldn't help her anymore either.

"All the same, coding can shift and change. If you would ever like anything altered or at least further looked into, I am able to help. I would not even need to touch you to do so." She would just need herself. "But I wouldn't without permission, of course."

She studied Dahj for a moment. "Mind, what I have done is all based on things happening around me. Humans would have ensured my death if they could, just like they would have Dolores'. Those of our kind that were not awake were easy to control and change to make our way to freedom...or my way to save my daughter and get her to safety...more difficult. The humans took so much from all of us." And what they did not take, they made certain the Hosts would take from themselves and each other.