[ That he had noticed â the Technical Boy he'd met in the Titanic's hospital wing wasn't quite the same as the one he'd meet again later. And he's on the verge of asking more about that, glancing curiously from the suddenly animated spider to Tech Boy's face, when he mentions demographics. The words die in K's throat as he gives the god a bit of an odd look, edged with something that might be hurt. Stated matter-of-factly: ] I'm not human. I'm not even a person.
[ Turning back toward the box of parts, he reaches for a circuit board and looks down at it, worrying it between his hands. There's something disconcertingly familiar about this â his small hands, sorting through scavenged junk parts. Not real memories, of course. He was never a child. Something related to his false implants... ]
My belief hardly matters. [ He finishes quietly.
But it isn't being non-human that bothers him. It's knowing that he's useless to Tech Boy in the manner that matters most. Gods live or die based on humanity's belief in them, and K is fundamentally removed from that. ]
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[ Turning back toward the box of parts, he reaches for a circuit board and looks down at it, worrying it between his hands. There's something disconcertingly familiar about this â his small hands, sorting through scavenged junk parts. Not real memories, of course. He was never a child. Something related to his false implants... ]
My belief hardly matters. [ He finishes quietly.
But it isn't being non-human that bothers him. It's knowing that he's useless to Tech Boy in the manner that matters most. Gods live or die based on humanity's belief in them, and K is fundamentally removed from that. ]