Tux Life

He seems to have gotten stuck on cynical arrogance. But there’s more to it than that. It’s mechanical, if something so incontrovertibly human as cynicism can be mechanical. He sees the world not as shapes and colors, not as happiness and sadness. He sees it as inputs and outputs, emotional metadata that could unlock a puzzle or, more likely, could speak to the shallowness of others — those gifted with emotionalism but denied intellect. His wrath is against those who would stoop to the mundane, to commiserate with others through simple acts that he uses as well, albeit to a higher purpose than the Emotionals. He must point out your flaws. In that way, it’s not cynicism so much as it’s programming. I would say that secretly he loves his own mind so much that he hates himself, if I thought he could feel such pedestrian feelings.