A Psalm for the Wild-Built

“What's the purpose of a robot, Sibling Dex?” Mosscap tapped its chest; the sound echoed lightly. “What's the purpose of me?”

“You're here to learn about people.”

“That's something I'm doing. That's not my reason for being. When I am done with this, I will do other things. I do not have a purpose any more than a mouse or a slug or a thornbush does. Why do you have to have one in order to feel content?
[...] You don't, if you believe that. You're an animal, Sibling Dex. You are not separate or other. You're an animal. And animals have no purpose. Nothing has a purpose. The world simply is.”