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Veins popped up on Gus' forehead like lightning.
He clenched and unclenched his fists. He seemed to be crying, but he was not.
"We… are not human beings?"
He finally couldn't hold back the volcano-like fury in his heart. He waved his hands and roared, "Who said that? Who set the rules? We clearly have emotions, love, hate, and hatred. We can breathe fresh and stinky air, and we can taste sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty. We have hope, dreams, pride, and things that are worth pursuing no matter what.
"We struggled. We struggled. We trained hard. We conquered everything in the world that was worth conquering. How could we not be real people? How could we?
"Don't be excited. From the perspective of the Fist King and most human beings in the Pangu Universe, you are indeed insignificant data. The so-called 'feelings' and 'proudness' and 'mission' and 'hope' are just fleeting sparks resulting from the collision of logic and the underlying parameters.