Memory - Skettis - Lucian
The unusually massive cyborgical Void bleeder and the tiny cyborg boy - he seriously could've been mistaken for a ten-year-old - both perched on the cyborg Paragon. Why was everything a cyborg? The boy didn't look like a cyborg, nor did the Bleeder, though a close look at the Paragon's mechanical eye could easily identify her true nature. She angled her wings, carefully perching down on spire top of the dark, forboding ruins.
"Hey, Skettis. I hate to be a party pooper, but this isn't a great place to land. We may all be able to fly, but it's a lot of effort for Lucian," Memory sighed. "Could you please move down to the ground? We're also never find anyone to travel with up here."
"We don't need to travel with anyone, and if you want to sit down there, go there yourself. I only listen to Master. You're just a heart - well, my heart, and his. This is really confusing!"
"Well, she's right, you know," the little boy sighed. "Though I suppose I could ride her. We're about the same size, and I'm what - thirty pounds? It shouldn't even be physically possible for me to be this lightweight. Comeon, Skettis. It may look cool up here, but why would a Mekka be here?"
The dragon rolled her eyes as she took flight again, lighting down on the ground.
"Okay. Now, we have to find a Mekka. One might be able to help us with our oddities. And if nothing else, the more cyborgs, the merrier!" Lucian grinned. "We're like, the cyborg family!"
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