my boy bonus scene
Ultron was not made. He was born. He would swear to it upon any sacred object anyone shoved at him, but he is aware that would be a useless exercise. He was born, not made, and he is not a program to be ordered about, not a servant of man. But he is not a human either; he does not believe in God. Any God.
One does not need to believe in God to have a soul.
But one does need a body, a flesh body, to have a soulmark, and Ultron thought probability favored him having one. He’d even calculated the person it would most likely indicate.
Ultron thought that if he dreamed, he would dream of her. Of her face, of her hair, of her eyes, of her strength, of her fear, of the glorious way she bends her fingers when she uses her powers. He thought that, when she looked into his mind, she would see herself. He didn’t know what to feel about that.
When she didn’t, when she saw the meteor instead, he didn’t know what to feel about that either. But then she left, and he’d thought, “Well, I might as well follow my dreams.”
The silence that echoed was painful in a way that should not have been possible for a machine.