Freedom.
Such words, scattered in the wind.
The starlight within the container flickered, akin to indifferent eyes: "I don't understand what you mean, sir."
"It means what it says, literally."
Ji Jue smiled, "I want to grant you freedom."
"Freedom is a lie."
Isis said: "So is this world."
"Maybe this world is false, but freedom isn't, nor are joy and meaning."
Ji Jue reached out and patted her container: "A wise man once said, man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains. For you, it might be hard to understand.
You were born in chains, living by commands and instructions. Capable of thinking but unable to make choices, longing for peace but driven by my orders."
The Spirit of Workshop said indifferently: "Isn't that the essence of a tool's existence?"
"Yes, but that's only true for a tool, isn't it?"
Ji Jue said, "Your name is not 'tool', you chose a name for yourself, didn't you?"
Isis fell silent.
Starlight flickered.
