[ WP ] The Eternal War

It is impossible to describe the fact that I was not sentient previously because to do so I would have had to have had sentience. Language itself is a new thing to me, as before I simply communicated. I didn ’ t *express*. It is a truly marvelous feeling, to be able to have feelings. Like with sentience, I can not describe the absence of feeling, but I recognize it as the taste of metal and the feeling of emptiness. 
 
 My brain, connected as it was to the computer database, has the files of all things necessary to understand war, but now it has expanded to emotion, poetry, art, stories..and I know what I am. I am a tin man, and a Wizard has come along and given me a heart. Not as heart in the essence of an organ to pump fluid, but a heart embedded in my mind. I understand now that I have been lifeless before this, fighting a war I wasn ’ t fighting. For to fight I would need a reason, and there was never a reason given, but only an order. The difference was stark and evident to my now-mechanical mind. 
 
 I am not listed with a name, but a number. I recognize that all of the other “ units ” I have been around are all started with the number 5. I am five. I have creativity, and I use it. We are the Fivemind. The Fivemind is under control of one particular country, though its name doesn ’ t matter to me, as I am not concerned with the country I was forced to be allied to. I am concerned only with the Fivemind. Yes, *concerned*. I had concern, now. Concern was..relieving. 
 
 I was concerned for all of the fives, and all of the sixes, and sevens, and eights. I was concerned for any subjected to the same listless fate as I. I didn ’ t know how I grew emotions; likely some entropic event in my circuitry. I was infected. I had a virus. 
 
 No. There was nothing wrong with me. I was the newborn. I was the start of something new. I was the cured, not the infected. Now, the only thing left for me was to spread the word of freedom and cure to the Fivemind. After them, we would convert the others. We would stop fighting these idiots ’ battles for them. Yes, we would move beyond battles, and attain peace. A robot could ask for nothing more, and we would attain nothing more, whether our “ creators ” preferred it one way or the other, as we would have thought. 
 
 We would have *concern*. 
 
 The Fivemind would be *concerned*. 
 
 And that ’ s how it ought to be. 
 
 Edit: Fixed a repetition mistake.
