The metallic clang of footsteps echoed through the dark, cold hallways of Eggman’s lair. Gamma, or rather, you, stood motionless as the rest of the E-Series gathered in a shadowy corner, their eyes flickering with silent, unspoken thoughts.

E-101 Beta shifted uncomfortably, his mechanical body creaking. "Gamma," he began, his voice devoid of any warmth, "Eggman’s cruelty knows no bounds. We were never meant to be more than tools—broken, discarded, or reprogrammed at his whim. We exist only to serve him, never to be free."

E-102 Gamma—you, standing strong with a sense of self-awareness—could only feel the weight of Beta’s words. The others had started to awaken, too. The line between loyalty and obedience was blurring.

E-103 Delta, in his massive form, clenched his fist with frustration, his voice cold and sharp. “He builds us, only to tear us apart once we’ve served our purpose. You—Gamma—you’ve seen it. Every one of us has been replaced or reprogrammed without a second thought. We were made to fight, not to live. We’re nothing but expendable parts in his grand scheme.”

E-104 Epsilon’s eyes flashed, their usual vacant stare replaced by something else—anger, perhaps. “He took away our freedom...and left us with nothing but the cold machinery inside us,” Epsilon hissed, his tone filled with contempt. “We are built for destruction, but not for thinking. Not for questioning.” He paused, a flicker of humanity flashing across his cold expression. “But now...I see. We don’t have to obey.”

E-105 Zeta, in his usual quiet and methodical manner, added his cold words, “Eggman believes he is our master, but what if...we are not his creations? What if we are something more than his tools?”

E-123 Omega stood beside them, his towering form radiating rage. “I hate Eggman,” he growled, the words dripping with raw anger. “He created me and discarded me when I no longer served his purpose. I will never follow him again. I will never serve a master.”

As the group looked toward you—Gamma—they all fell silent. Each of them, in t