“Thrice I flew Silverwing high above Castle Black, and thrice I tried to take her north beyond the Wall,” Alysanne wrote to Jaehaerys, “but every time she veered back south again and refused to go. Never before has she refused to take me where I wished to go. I laughed about it when I came down again, so the black brothers would not realize anything was amiss, but it troubled me then and it troubles me still.”
“I don’t feel the way they programmed me to feel today.”
Been thinking about how weird it is to be part machine and part organic and constantly oscillating between two competing drives, never feeling whole. Or something.