Fluff

“We are familiar with the forms you refer to as Converted.

To our entities, they are known as Unbuilt.

We consider them inefficient forms that exhibit excessive aggression. Our estimations are that their conduct has increased hostility towards them by 398%, adjusted for temporal variance.”

The squad leader looked at the silver-cased Soulless next to him and raised an eyebrow.

“You don't consider what they do to be immoral?”

The flashing light in what he assumed was the head, blinked once. The machine continued:

“We have adapted our strategic emphasis to coincide with your morality.”

The alarm went off, signifying another raid incoming.

 “Forget I asked” he grunted, as he checked the ammo counter on his pistol.