Prologue
It’s Simply Robotics
They say the pain of forever burns like knife in one’s soul. Tearing into their being, the years slowly withering away at their sanities like chisels against rocks until you have nothing left bet a pile of dust… and hate. So easily can evil creep into the minds of those long lived, so easy was it to fall into darkness when nothing good seemed to come your way anymore.
How did she survive?
Lights danced in twisted spirals, entwining with lasers and flickering beams of glowing matter. Warmth filled her mind; she couldn’t be sure she had a body anymore.
Was this death?
No, death was a pleasure she would never know, fact came from the innumerable times she had sustained injury and they had healed in a matter of days. Yes, fate and life were cruel deities, if she did say so herself, and loved their little toy. No, even after millions of years of being those bastardous deities’ sideshow entertainment, she wasn’t graced with peace of death.
But she did feel different. She felt new and greatly refreshed, like her youth had been pumped into her soul through pipes the size of subway carts. A light feeling drifted through the front of her consciousness. Subconsciously, she reached for her power core, the energy that made her who she was, power and all. Back to how Fate and Life were cruel bastards? For every attempt on her life, they had given her a new core, a new ability that gave her hell and back to control and maintain, to make her even harder to kill. Yes, those cruel, sadistic bastards. Her subconscious froze, and then gave her consciousness a panic that rivaled that of a hurricane.
Her core wasn’t there.
Or, at least, it was changed; more so than ever.
Her former powers were vacant, old scars gone; leaving her with a core as pure as a new born. Or new sparked, her consciousness told her. This left her with a sense of awe. Her powers no longer plagued her! Gone were the strings that held her to life; she could finally die in peace. She drifted, her mind going into a blissful lull. Colors danced and shot around her, and then a strand came to her, connecting to her very soul- her very spark. Another consciousness brushed against her, light fingers tracing over a body- a frame- she couldn’t see. Love, so much love, flooded her like a dam breaking, flowing over her spark and unseen frame in waves. Adoration and awe accompanied it and she couldn’t help but love the consciousness back, sending her own love over the link- the bond.
She drifted once again, content that the unseen consciousness would watch over her as she slept- recharged.
