Chapter 184 The Doors

• Prim stood atop a skyscraper, looking out over the 30th-century downtown district with a heavy gaze. Her eyes were moist despite her best efforts to hide them. Red approached the assassin and stood quietly by her side.
• "Are human lives really worth nothing?" Prim muttered.
• "Every life is precious, Prim. But these AI... they're creations, artificial beings. They can't truly appreciate anything that has life," Red replied softly.