Being a war machine, V1 was not built with music appreciation in mind; its mind and budding sentience is hardwired for violence and personal gain. It listens to Gabriel play, listens to the terminals, and what does it gain?

V1 cannot (knowingly) create something new. It repeats what it knows works, it layers these repetitions atop each other to amplify their use to it. It can only mimic what it has heard before, note by note, at the exact pace they were heard, a mechanically measured replay. A perfect replication by its own hands, yet dull, unsatisfying, compared to replayed memory clips of music.

It feels it is doing something wrong.