Trunks was quiet, mulling over what she'd said and the implications. They weren't slaves--which was good. But any individual machine-being could choose what to be, and some would likely choose to be evil, to do harm...

Trunks sighed, before shaking his head. He could muse on it later, and brood if need be. It wasn't his universe--thankfully.

"So what have you enjoyed most, so far, about becoming an individual able to make her own choices?"