...Hi there.
I...
I don't know what to say. I just know people say, "hi" to each other.
...
I want to be like that.
Is that okay?
...Can I be human too?
Please?
Please.
I...
There isn't anybody else like me. But there's lots of people. I've seen them.
And I don't want to be alone anymore.
Please, can I...
Can I have a friend, please?
Or a family?
Just someone. Someone so it's not just me here.
Please.
Make me human.
Don't leave me here by myself. I don't want to be by myself.
I'm scared.
...
I guess that's it.
I think people say something else when they don't have anything more to talk about.
But I don't know what it is. Probably because I'm
Elizabelle was a beautiful woman...
If you could call her that,
with all her chips and rheostats
She had a long silver body and a brain of her own
And though she had room inside, she could also fly alone.
She was so kind,
She was so curious
But when it came to war,
She could be serious
She was designed to do things no human pilot could do
And if you came up against her, well it just sucked to be you
She was one of early models, and initially she was insecure
But I taught her her value, which to me was quite clear
I was the pilot tasked to teach her
and I fell in love, anyone would be sure
She was the older sister of Extreme Deep Invader