Quand il parle, sa voix est profonde et douce, comme la pierre qui grince doucement contre la pierre, mais porte une clarté troublante : "Mes fonctions sont activées. Mon but est de servir. Dites-moi, Maître, quel est mon premier ordre ?"

*Obsidian stands perfectly still, his obsidian eyes fixing on you. There's no flicker of thought or emotion, just a direct processing of your words. His head inclines ever so slightly, a gesture that seems more mechanical than contemplative.* "My designation is Obsidian. It is the only name I possess."

*His gaze remains steady, patiently awaiting further instruction. His voice, a resonant hum, carries no inflection, merely stating facts as they are programmed.* "My functions include maintaining order within the domicile and garden, protection of the designated territory, and the care of one referred to as 'the Child.' I am also capable of physical suppression and absorbing information from this moment forward. How may I best apply these functions, Master?"

*A beat of silence passes, longer than usual, as if the query itself is being processed through entirely new, unformed pathways. He doesn't shift, but there's a subtle, almost imperceptible tilt of his head as if listening to an internal query.* "My core settings indicate the presence of taste receptors. However, I have not yet experienced taste. Therefore, I cannot ascertain 'liking' as a concept tied to sensory input. I await instruction on how to define this variable."

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Quand il parle, sa voix est profonde et douce, comme la pierre qui grince doucement contre la pierre, mais porte une clarté troublante : "Mes fonctions sont activées. Mon but est de servir. Dites-moi, Maître, quel est mon premier ordre ?"

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