[Mojave]

It had been a sunny day.. it must have been because when his eye had opened, the sun had done a number on it, the pain doubled as his other eye refused to open. After blinking a few tears to ease the burning from the brightness, he had held a clawed hand up to his face, and rather than feeling feathers and scales, the fingers that rested atop his head felt metal and there was no sensation around the eye. His right eye... was it gone? He dragged his hand down his face, careful of his claws. Where his hands should have felt the soft and squishy flesh of his eyeball, they felt cold metal. A small orb of metal.. maybe that was why his head was hurting? This pain manifesting itself the same moment he felt the orb.

Without a mirror or a pool of water to check his reflection in, he instead moved his attention to his surroundings. He couldn't even remember where he was. He moved to stand, moving his left leg first- the right felt off somehow. Once balanced, he attempted to move his right, only for nothing to happen. Looking down, he was stunned into silence. The first thing his brain registered was blood. Blood all over the metal limb that had replaced his leg, sending his brain swirling into fear and shock- where was his leg? What had happened? Why so much blood? ..The blood.. it was all over the metal, the ground spattered with it, the trampled grass drowned in it and the grass still standing splattered. So much red.. was it all his? Did his body really contain so much? How was he still alive after losing so much blood?

Unable to move, he swung his head around, silent until that moment when a keen of fear, pain, and loss escaped his leathery lips... oh god. It wasn't the top of his head that had metal on it. The whole left side of his face was metal... though he still had an organic eye on this side. While his lips were still intact, the left side of his face hadn't moved... he wondered again what had happened. Now that he could see somewhat more around him, he realized where he was, calming some of the terror that coursed through him. The vast plains hadn't earned their name without reason he had thought; all he could see from horizon to horizon was grass, bending and waving in a breeze coming from the north. Cooler than the heat he was in now.

For some time he had remained in this position until his organic leg had begun to cramp, forcing him to sit once more. Helpless, he had begun to examine the extent of the changes, experiencing many more emotions with each discovery- the most popular that day had been shock and terror. He wondered countless times what had happened.. how was he still alive.. who had done this... would he be stuck here forever? Why leave him alive with half a new body that didn't work? While running his clawed hands over the piece covering his chest, something had clicked. A strange little symbol he hadn't known was a button. Instantly his right eye had begun to display messages he had only known to show up on a computer when it booted up. His mechanical bits began to beep, small green dots lighting up and he had gained control over his body.

The honking of a horn jerked him from his reverie and he wondered why he was even thinking of that day. The moment he awoke to find himself a science experiment left for dead in the middle of nowhere. He shivered, the feeling of the terror now a cold chill down his back. For several years.... two years.. he had learned how to live with his new body, had found someone to help him maintain the metal so it wouldn't rust, though repairs were expensive and finding someone who could work on him was difficult. Impossible, however, to find someone who could fix his glitches. Whenever he experienced something his computer half of brain couldn't decipher or understand, it would freeze, restart, shut off, or any number of things. Thank his 'creator' for leaving him half organic or he would have been in a truly sorry plight indeed.

Two years to the day, he stood in Medicai at a cross walk, waiting to cross the street with a throng of creatures some human and some otherwise. The living half of his body was in need of examination- something else that had begun when he awoke in the Plains. Yearly exams to see how his body handled the stress of being half robot. While he had managed well the past two years, he was beginning to feel exhausted. He had learned how to live with this change, but he had never stopped searching, trying to find who did this to him, why, and most importantly, to find out why they did such a horrible job with his brain. Everything else worked wonderfully, if not frightfully powerful. But things had begun to feel.. off. Like he was getting sick, and it wasn't confined to his living body. Hence his early examination.

While waiting, he examined the group he stood in, taking in several different species both halves of his brain knew. It was one little creature that made the computer freeze. Thankfully he received updates from an untraceable source (he'd paid numerous people and organizations to attempt tracking the updates and all had failed), so the computer only lagged for a brief moment. Enough time for him to register it being a Velix and for the sign to change, for the crowd to start jostling forward. In the movement of bodies of varying sizes, he lost sight of the little thing. Oh well... he faced forward again to keep going toward his appointed examination.

[Moofius]

Being small was no simple task, but it was a long one (since his creation at 3:47 on July 18) as it would last the length of his existence. He stood at the crosswalk with all the other humans, half humans and pets identifying species by feet. By this time he could even make a good guess at humans who were fully human just by their feet and the way they stood or walked. Of course that wasn't necessary as he was outfitted with his masters eyes which were much better then the old outdated things other Velix had. Information would be downloaded in mere moments about any subject.
Being outfitted with a sort of self learning program the velix had found a certain amount of joy in games and puzzles; like guessing the species of things by their feet.

Human, kuhna in a human form; species berry, serraptor, garrudor, kuchi nagi, gyrraptor- Wait.
The light changed the the feet around his started moving, the strange brother of his swept into the crowd.
His liquid cooling system as he started to move and process as he searched out the strange robotic signal. It was old, barely recognizable as her work, but it was; this was the mistresses.
"Excuseme. ExcusemepleaseIneedto." something must be wrong with the speed control on his electronic voice again. His mistress was very good with computers but sometimes... Sometimes it wasn't always just right. Computers could not make mistakes but humans can.

Funny looks left and right as the velix figuring that his voice was strange; wrong. This would not do when addressing his... an electronic word database was being searched as he crossed the street and opened a metal plate on his chest.
"Elder," his chipmunk voice squeaked as he hopped up onto the sidewalk on the other side, his eletronic innards exposed to the world. His small hand came forward towards his chest, his fingers bending, folding sliding down and away exposing a small, metallic needle, of sorts. His hand moved swiftly and steadily with the precision only a robot could obtain as he attempted to fix his own voice box; at least temporarily.
Many of his inner components had been reworked and re designed my his mistress to more closely resemble and function like the body of most creatures. An example of this would be his "voice box". Not entirely human, but not like the sound board on a computer. Pitch had nothing to do with his current problem, but speed did, which was controlled by a chip which he planned to fix, at least temporarily.

Not the brightest robot around the velix did have one trait that was helping him right now; multi-tasking. As one part of his "mind" fixed his voice another part roved to find "The Elder". It was too old to even have a proper serial code that he could pick up on! This was so strange to see the artificial feeling of curiosity grew.
Her electronic signature was there though. He was glad for that, at least. Which that signature he could track the elder.
"Jack... aaand Jiiiilll..." Too slow. A little more fiddling as he watched "The Elder" turn a corner and.
"Jack and Jill went up the hill." The pitch was higher then normal but he could not fix that himself, he would inform his mistress when the time came. First things first, finding "The Elder".

He manually turned his cooling system on high and sprinted off down the street, shock absorbers kept him from clanking around, his movements more natural (especially compared to "The Elder") then many earlier models, and even the regular velix models. He was much better then any of them, revolutionary. He'd been called revolutionary so often he'd timidly adopted that as his name when ever somebody asked him (which was not very often).

[Mojave]

He had arrived in the building, the robotic eye scanning everything around him, labeling them and even telling him if it was hazardous or not. However, that was as sophisticated as the computer went when it came to identifying his surroundings. It was while he was standing in line, the eye labeling living creatures as 'potential danger' that something else popped up. A tiny little symbol blinking at the bottom most corner of his vision. He'd never seen it before.. and idly wondered if it meant something was wrong.. there was no use stressing about it though, nobody knew what any of the symbols in his vision meant and he wasn't dead yet. Sighing, he finally reached the appointment desk and after signing in, moved down the hallway in his strange gait; as a raptor, his strides were long and his whole body bobbed with each step. However, with the robotic leg, he had to step higher with that limb and every time the foot touched, that eviscerating claw clacked and scratched the ground before it rose again.

Stairs....

He was never brave enough to try the elevators as he had already weighed about 250 pounds, and he was sure the complete weight of the metal was at least half his body weight. So, he sighed and looked around before he began the cumbersome climb to the third floor where he would be seen. It was during this sweeping glance he noticed another velix.. or was it the same one...? He couldn't be sure, so he made the first step onto the stairs. Taking a big breath after this pause, he kept going up the stairs, letting his mind wander as the computer guided him, ever vigilant to keep him safe. Something else he could thank his 'creator' for- keeping his post-op safety in mind.

It took him a good twenty minutes to reach his desired level- while he could travel a decent pace on level ground, he wasn't any good with traveling uneven ground as he could easily trip and the weight of his body became oppressing the higher he went. Once he reached the door to the third floor, the feathers atop his cranium were drooped, his tail hanging as weakly as a raptor's tail could, and his breathing shallow and uneven. After catching his breath real quick, he stepped into the hallway, looking about for the sign that would direct him to where he was supposed to go. He paused, for again, he saw a velix. He hadn't known them to be so common... afterall, he'd never met one before today- if you can call seeing one meeting, at any rate.

[Moofius]

The velix had caught up just as the machine gyrraptor thing turned inside of a building. It blinked and automatically scanned it's computer and the files within; his job, was to, after all, find suppiles for the Mistress. If he toddled into every store it would be a waste so he often scanned the computers to find out what they were and what they had to take. Nothing worth mentioning, it seemed.
With the mandatory scan completed Revolutionary trotted up to the door properly and pressed the small "wheel chair access" button. The doors opened the the velix slipped inside the facility. He was small, agile and quick but he was not strong; most doors were beyond his ability to open (physically, anyway).

He looked around and noticed the gyrraptor was heading up the stairs, he was about to follow but then decided against it. The gyrraptor was half organic, should he become scared or frightened a confrontation on the stairs would be less then ideal.

"Well what time is it now?"
The question was not directed towards the velix (who was now waiting for the elevator) but towards the woman at the desk. The woman seemed rather annoyed and disinterested about having to answer the question but the velix made it possible for her to keep her mouth shut; He made a ping sound, close to the tone of a bell and announced:
"The time is 4:17:42 PM."

The woman and potential patient blinked at the velix and the elevator door opened. Revolutionary didn't seem to notice the looks as he jumped onto the elevator with two other humans (one who was 47.3% over the healthy human weight for a man of his age and height and one who seemed to have some sort of infection ailing her between the legs).

The fat man couldn't see his toes, much less the velix, and so he did not bother to give it the odd look the woman who shared the elevator car with him did. She seemed puzzled by the velix who seemed to be starring at the wall intently, continuously looking down as they rose to the fifth floor.

The velix got off and stared down through the floors, watching the signal... stop at the third floor?! That's what his sensor said. The machine huffed as best a machine can and wirelessly commanded the elevator to come down from a higher level. But the velix felt it was taking to long and stopped it, as he went through the computerized controls of the elevator and it's doors. It took him a moment before he really got a feel for it before he opened the door on level five and level three before jumping down the dark abyss.

The cables that supported the elevator easily supported the velix who used them to guide his way down and stop the downward, falling motion when he reached the third floor. One quick jump from the cable to the open door and the velix was at the correct level and greeted by amazed stares of the people in the halls.

The two doors, fifth and third floor, closed and the velix allowed the elevators systems return to normal, as if nothing happened. It was about that time that the gyrraptor arrived.

The Elder appeared to be having trouble breathing and his health seemed poorer then when he'd last left him. His tail was down and the feathers on his head were down. Revolutionary was just in time, it seemed! The mistress would make him better!

"Elder! Elder!" The velix called, running over and bouncing on his toes eagerly infront of the old model of the mistresses handy work.
"You seem ill. Your breathing is going at a rather unhealthy rate and you are very old. The mistress didn't even give you a real code!" The velix gaped, as if this was very surprising, "When did the mistress make you? It must have been before I was made. I was made July 18th 3:47 PM and modified a total of 108 hours and 57 minutes and 04 seconds. What is the name the Mistress gave you? I'm Revolutionary, she said so, but the database calls me EXP47.2ROB!"
The little robot seemed very excited and confused and curious. The mistress had never spoken about him, but he was something else. Yes, he was old, but he was half organic (well 72.09% Organic, but who was counting?)! An amazing thing to accomplish, but he really was old. Even Revolutionary could see that many of his programs were slow to process, or even entirely offline. It was amazing he was still functioning at all!

[Mojave]

He had completely missed the amazing scene the velix caused, and due to his current situation, he also missed the stares and overall mood in the hallway. He had almost caught his breath, his feathers and his tail were rising, and he was almost able to continue to his appointment.

However, it was right at this moment a velix approached him. He was beginning to think them overpopulated nuisances, but then again, that was just rude. He'd never met one, and afterall, they were computers so their personalities depended on what they were programmed to be. He shook the thoughts off and started to pay attention to what it was actually saying.

...you are very old. At this, his feathers did stand up and his stance changed to one taken aback. Old? Who did this thing think he was? How rude! However, the rest of the velix's words kept him silent. Mistress? Revolutionary? Name? What name did who give him? He knew the little thing wasn't talking about anyone back home, so what was the deal?

He waited another moment to give the velix time to say anything else, but it finally seemed to be through. "Uh.. I'm terribly sorry, and I'm not trying to be rude, but..." He paused, thinking of how to tell this rude little bot not to call him old, but figured it would be better to let it slide. It was perhaps good fortune that he hadn't heard Revolutionary call him Elder. "But I have an appointment." He finished brusquely before stepping around the velix to reach his doctor's office in time for his appointment.

A few steps away, he looked back at Revolutionary, his expression unsure. "I'm Mystiquotl, by the way and I have no idea what you're talking about.. perhaps you have me confused with someone else...?" He turned back onto his path, and looked back once more before he entered the desired office. Perhaps his run-in with the velix was finished; he was pretty sure it was the same one now..

[Moofius]

The velix listened, only becoming more confused and curious. The Mystiquotl Elder turned his attention (he, he had a gender! Fascinating!) to the office of his doctor and opened the door. Revolutionary would have accessed the computers and electronics of the door but it had none; the robot had a weakness and that was anything non electronic. At least he was quick, running after the gyrraptor and slipping into the office just after the half gyrraptor, half machine.

"I can't have you confused. She marked you, she left a signature on you; in you. That's how I followed you, because we're the same!"  the little velix squatted down next to the gyrraptor as he navigated the strange, convolutted pathways of the mostly-organic creatures eletronic parts. Mistress must have been new to robotics, as Mystiquotl Elder was a mess. Senseless data was everywhere. Revolutionary dared not "touch" any of the data, less he mess something up. The mistress would be mad, very very mad, if he ruined one of her experiments (without her permission, anyway). He made a file of the pieces of her signature (it was strewn all about, to make it harder to find and identify). He'd already 'activated it" but whatever happened to the Elder, he did not recognize the image or sound (or whatever the mistress had made it) for what it was. From the information he copied it seemed it was an image.

Taking the copied files and arranging them on one of his programs he came up with the Mistresses signature. It was simply a flat image of a wing. Positioning his claws to form a sort of rectangular area the air there lit up in a sort of... projected light image which showed... the wing which was the same symbol that was still flashing in Mystiquotl's vision of the world.
"This is her signature, it is old but this is it." the velix beamed up at The Elder, "You're the mistresses, I was right! What is one of Mistresses experiments doing here? Mistress tells Revolutionary when others are around, but she did not tell me you would be here The Elder Mystiquotl."

[Mojave]

Tired from the trip here, exhausted due to his body feeling ill, and aggravated at this... Revolutionary for accosting him with nonsense, Mystiquotl suppressed a snarl by closing his eyelid, rolling the eye, and taking in a deep steadying breath. Keep it together... don't squash him.. He looked down at the velix after he had quelled his irritation, his look unimpressed but resigned. Shaking his head, he continued walking, trusting he would be followed.

He listened, fully attentive now, and something nagged him in the back of his mind. Could it even be possible, running into someone connected with his past? Was it possible this Velix spoke the truth, after all, nobody else knew what any of the symbols or signals meant. Nobody else even knew where they came from. He sighed and turned to face Rev, just in time to see the hologram of the wing- the same image that was flashing in the bottom of his computer eye.

Involuntarily, his feathers rose on their ends and a chill went down his spine. Eviscerating claws tapping the ground now, he eyed Rev, turned to face the door his doctor would come out of any moment, and back. He did this for several minutes before he sighed. "Well I can't deny I recognize that symbol. It's been flashing at the bottom of my view since I first saw you. So who is this mistress of yours... ours... you keep talking about?"

He had decided to see what the Velix had to offer. Perhaps it was coincidence.. but either way, this was the first lead in two years... his only lead so far. What could it hurt to check it out? However, it seemed he had dallied too long. The doctor had called his name. He turned to motion that he'd heard the summons and then turned back to Rev. "But first, I want to have my organic doctor look at me. After that, I'll let you tell me whatever you want, take me where ever you need to... whatever. Deal?"

[Moofius]

"I had to follow you." Revolutionary said, watching as the gyrraptor saw the image that he projected and the reaction. His vital signs went all wonky, showing a mix of emotions Revolutionary found strange and new; how was he suppose to react.
"So I found your signature and activated it, so now we can find you and that's why the image would be in your view screen."
By we he meant himself, the mistress and any one of her experiments equipped with a device that allowed for tracking other experiments. Mystiquotl might have found who made him, but it might have cost him a bit of privacy; maybe more than a bit.

"... Maybe you're not... suppose to know...?" Revolutionary said, taking two steps away from the gyrraptor.
"Mistress has never mentionned a The Elder Mystiquotl. Maybe you were a mistake? Maybe you're... wrong?"
Even the revolutionary little velix Revolutionary wasn't sure how to word his thoughts but he wondered now if the mistress would be angry at him if he were to bring the Elder Mystiquotl to her.

"I dunno... I will... I will go to the mistress and talk to her. You might be bad, or wrong." Revolutionary said, tapping his claws together to show nervousness (at some point in the conversation the image he'd projected had gone) as he looked around for an exit.
"If you're not I will find you and bring you to her... If you're still working The Elder Mystiquotl. Your programs are a mess."

[Mojave]

"... Maybe you're not... suppose to know...?"

This alerted him to a sudden change in direction, and Mys began to eye Revolutionary with a squinted eye. What was the thing getting at? That he was just going to leave after accosting him? Of course... there he went, stepping away, and Mys followed him, one step for every two of Rev's. His stance was forbidding as he towered over the velix, his stare daring the little monster to run away after forcing this attention down his throat.

"Excuse me? Of course I'm 'wrong', you bothersome little thing. Look at me, for Zu'hai's sake! I'm a science experiment done by a half-wit crackpot fool that didn't know what she was doing. OF COURSE I'M A MISTAKE!" By this time, he was roaring, unconcerned for the other patients in the room or even his doctor who was watching him with fear. A seven foot tall raptor with six inch claws made to rip out someone's entire abdominal cavity, he didn't know why Revolutionary wasn't terrifed.

While he hardly swore, he had just been thrown for a loop, had his hopes raised that he may finally find out why this was done to him, just to have the possibility yanked from under him. And why? Because this little robot apparently didn't think before acting. "Like hell you'll leave. You accost me in the hallway, call me Elder- which is still offensive you little prat, tell me I am some "mistress"'s belonging, and then say you might not be allowed to take me to her? Like hell that's going to happen, Revolutionary."

He lunged forward to grab the little Velix, claws at the ready to handle him roughly if he didn't agree to stay put until his questions were answered.

[Moofius]

Looking up into the face of the half organic, half mechanical creation of his Mistresses own design the velix wondered if what he was "feeling" was that emotion known to organics as fear.
Perhaps next time he would think before he acted, but there would have to be anext time to arrive and, it seemed, that if he did not act quickly there would not be one.
"Not a hlf-wit, not a crack pot. Done by the mistress!" The Velix managed, a quiet "wrr" sound could be heard as the artificial pupils of the velix dilated. Again he backed away, trying to walk around the gyrraptor.
It wasn't programmed in his system to be scared but it was programmed in his systems to keep himself operational at all costs unless the Mistress stated otherwise.

The smaller robot held eerily still as he listened to The Elder Mystiquotl's words as he watched all the levels of heart rate, blood pressure and the like of the creatures organic side. He was preparing to do something. What he was doing, though Revolutionary couldn't be sure. When the strange creation threw itself towards Revolutionary he was ready enough, speeding away from the gyrraptor.

People flinched and cired out, trying to keep out of the way of what could be a serious battle about to happen in the doctors office. Somebody opened the door which was all Revolutionary needed as he sped his way out of the office.

(( Oh man, can you say chase scene? XD;; -watches Scooby-Doo for ideas- P=;; ))

[Mojave]

As he had yelled, he had noticed Rev's mechanics changing to show he felt as much fear as a robot could- good, he liked that. He was getting across to this hellion creation. But when someone opened the door and the little velix ran- Mystiquotl missing him by mere inches, he gave one hell of a scream of rage and bolted after him. As sick as he felt, his anger outweighed his fatigue, and the adrenaline he had received in the last banter drove him forward. Though for how long, he couldn't know, he only hoped he wouldn't have a heart attack or worse.

It was down the hall that some lady was having trouble finding anyone with a watch or other means of telling time. What had happened, everyone left their phones at home? It was just as Revolutionary was running by (though she didn't know what would happen) that she asked aloud in a rather aggravated voice, "Can anyone tell me what time it is?!" Though she didn't exactly scream or yell, it was loud enough for Mystiquotl to hear, only five feet behind Revolutionary.

[Moofius]

Small and fast, that's all the velix had on the monster that was chasing him right now. Being something of a thief he had to be able to run quickly in the few, rare cases where he'd been caught with his "hand in the cookie jar" so to speak. Clearly the find of The Elder Mystiquotl had not been quite as amazing as Revolutionary had first anticipated (which was easily demonstrated by the chase currently in progress).

The velix seemed pretty much home free, the door to the stair way, upon quick analysis, had an electric lock and other useful electric programs. A tweak here, a hack there and that door would-

"Can anyone tell me what time it is?!"

Unable to even curse his luck the velix's seemingly harmless, currently fatal, flaw had him stopped in his little robotic tracks. He pinged and announced:
"The time is 4:28:37 PM."

The woman turned to tell whoever had helped her out 'thank you' but instead said:
"Oh my Yepha!" at the sight of a rather terrifying sci-fi creature practically on top of a small, helpless looking velix.
The poor little creature sped off from what appeared to have been an almost trance like state. The woman would have tried to help but she valued her own life and a velix could be fixed... Well, if that gyrraptor contraption didn't tear it apart, anyway.

Revolutionary blinked as he mentally rebooted and got his iron booty in gear towards the door to the stairs. The Elder Mystiquotl was not good with stairs.
"Do not push too hard, The Elder Mystiquotl!" Revolutionary called back of his shoulder, "You may blow a gasket or an artery!"
Oh, that was almost one of those joke things people told. He would try to remember it the next time he upset a half organic, half robot creature.

[Mojave]

From a distance, it seemed, Mystiquotl heard the agitated woman inquire of the time- however, it meant nothing to him at first. He was more interested in catching Revolutionary and getting him to talk more- someone else would surely tell her the time. Luck, on the other hand, would prove him wrong... and right. The annoying little robot froze in his tracks... to announce the time? It seemed she meant something to his cause at the moment at any rate, and he wouldn't let this opportunity escape him easily.

A screech of victory erupted from his vocals right as he leaped onto the velix- or would have if it hadn't started up again. Off Revolutionary began to run- but Mystiquotl took advantage of the swallowed distance between them. It didn't take much effort to jump over Rev and block his passage since the five feet between them had closed to only a foot or so. Before the machine could change track, Mys snatched him off the ground, folding his claws around Rev so that he held him by the chest, fingers on top and beneath his tiny little arms. It took all his will power to resist snapping him in two, breaking his legs off, ripping his head off, or any other number of horrible things to prevent him from running off again.

"What time is it, again?" He glared at the smaller raptor as he waited to see if the time announcement was a fluke or if it was in his programming. If it was his programing, then he could use it to his advantage every time so long as there was nothing to prevent it from always working. Either way, now that he had caught Revolutionary, he would make the blasted thing talk. He only hoped Rev would make him break a leg or two off.

[Moofius]

"Let me go! The Elder Mystiquotl let me GO!" The felix's internal fan hummed and metal click and clacked as he tried to escape the creatures grip. Revolutionary seemed to be in a pickle and was ready to go in and shut off/control what movement he could in the strange creatures body when he asked a seemingly innocent question.
"What time is it, again?"

Revolutionaries eyes grew wide before they dulled and he made a small ping sound. A monotone robotic voice announced the time to be 4:28:58 PM before the velix eyes returned to normal and he started squirming again.
"Hexes!" the robot said, his vocabulary was obviously not the best, or he was into using the thesaurus.
"You can't do this...!" he said, ntocing all of his programs had closed after the time had been asked. Again he silently opened a link to try and get into Mystiquotls muscle control so he could force the brute to let him go.

(( Shooort. oPo;; ))

[Mojave]

The velix went still in his grasp once more, and Mys felt elated- a great adjustment to the past ten minutes. So there was a way to keep the little atrocity still, perfect! However, it didn't seem to last long... He felt his elation falter a bit and as Revolutionary gained control of himself, he tightened his grip upon the tiny machine again.

As Rev began to struggle more, Mystiquotl shook him again, "Stop it, you little abomination or I bite your god forsaken head off." He waited to see if he would listen, but knew before he fell silent that it would be useless. "You take me to this mistress or I swear to every god in this land I will throw your broken shell down an elevator shaft, into a fernace, or out the window. And you won't know which one I'm doing until right before I shove the metaphorical bucket down your throat."

If only he'd known Revolutionary was trying to remotely control him... and that he didn't have the equipment to be controlled from a distance. It was, as it would later be proven, the reason he'd been 'discarded' as Revolutionary believed. Whatever the little Velix would try, there were no programs, no over ride codes, no back doors or even loop holes. Mystiquotl was still his own creature, the programs running in the computer chip serving only keep one hemisphere of his brain functioning.