Most, he should say.
There were some protocols that had been rewritten when he'd been on the prison ship, involving defensive behavior and fighting against Terrans.There was not much Marcin could do about those--he imagined that they all had been programmed with similar protocols.It had been a preventative measure the Terrans exploited when they first came.It kept the aggressive behavior to a minimum.
In most cyborgs.
Some, though, did not have such a response.Others became more aggressive.
Marcin's gaze darted to Solkan's room.
The yelling had stopped not long ago, and out came Vinka.Clothing rumpled, and her perfectly smoothed hair now messed up.
Marcin stood.
Kolvin had gone into his room.
As Vinka walked by, Marcin stepped into her path.
"What?"she snapped.
"Are you well?"
"I'm fine," she said."I'm perfectly fine."
He raised his eyebrow."You do not look fine."He would have scanned her physically, but he found his scanners were malfunctioning.Instead, he used the only other option--a visual evaluation.
She sighed."I'm fine."
"You were yelling."
"I was frustrated."She gestured back toward Solkan's door."He can be very aggravating."
"We are in a strange situation.We are not home.And we are not in prison.We are trying to determine and adapt."
"I know.It is difficult for all of us."
"It can all be adapted to."
She nodded."I am sure.The sector is changing fast.The ending of the war between our people will make everything upside down for a while.Everyone is trying to switch to this different way of being.It is complicated when an entire generation grew up in a war state, and now is being told that it is over."
"Your people need protocols."
She chuckled."We do."
