"So, what," Lisa asked, putting down her phone. "Where were we?"
"Pocket Nazi," Alec replied smugly, putting away his game.
"Right… Why do I care?"
"So it not only thinks it's a Brockton Nazi and says genuine Nazi bullshit, it even has the memories of a genuine senior Brockton Nazi."
"How the fuck does it have Nazi memories?"
"Eh," Alec said, "tinker shit, don't ask questions."
Memories from an actual Nazi.
"Wait wait," Lisa said, feeling a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Is this memories from an actual Brockton Nazi?"
"Yeah? Kind of the point, keep up."
"So it has Nazi memories and talks like a Nazi and thinks it's a Nazi, are you sure it isn't a Nazi in a box?"
Alec snorted. "What, like a bouncing baby Bismarck?"
"What? No, Otto van Bismarck was--" Lisa's cut off abruptly at Alec's snort of laughter. "It doesn't matter," she continued, "once tinkers get involved. Is it an actual Nazi or isn't it?"
"Again, kind of the point? Well, technically not because it's a computer and it's emotions are fucked. The Kingsman douche is big on rights of digital people, and so is Big Blue. So it's specially set up to be, technically, not a person. Something about the emotional coding, blah blah blah."
Lisa felt a headache coming on. "Is that really not a person though? I mean, there are people people with emotional dysfunction and they're still people."
"You raise a good and valid point, as I would be the last person to argue that emotional divergence would render someone unperson. However, I respectfully offer that, well, Nazi. So fuck 'em."
