>>5680934damn man, this thing looks great.
>>5680934It was new, it was free. The Herald had so casually remade it, on indifferent reflex it was decided that it would not be incorporated into the tower, but the tower would be incorporated into it. Over it. Through it. Within it. So finely was the artistry that unmade and then remade it, there was no boundary line between its new flesh and steel. It simply existed as a perfect amalgam, and yet within it were the memories and details of what it was. What was it? Unsure. Hungry. Growing? It would need to eat, need to roost. This place was it's domain?
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Several Terminus employees went missing that day...night...hard to tell. The day night cycle on Venus lasted 243 and the plant spun in reverse of what earth did. The clouds overhead diffused the light most of the time into a uniform or blotchy grey murk. The noise of clattering, crunching aluminum was heard as Fizz's stockpile of empty "soda pop" cans were consumed, along with the scraped components off some biplanes. Yes. That helped. Yes, it was better. Reflection on the totality of this new self was possible. Glory and horror. Android minds reviled at this messy organic flesh, while something cold licked it's tongue across their collective mind, pinpricks of a a very different kind of hunger crept from the recesses. Another mind screeched, something wild and primal. The amalgam shook for a moment, then threw up a meatnana, before eating it once more.
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>Find a roost>Build a roost.>Dig.>hunt.---
>>5680954Amour saw the small robot following Fizz, it was barely self aware. Yes. It would do...The cunning graft was enacted under Fizz's very nose! So subtle the maneuver, the ol' switcharoo that she didn't even notice. AmourBot twirled it's bowtie in rapt self satisfaction.
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Skizbop, or perhaps Pelvis attempted to pull data on Fizz. It knew what it was seeing, but this new fucking body fought it, such was it's loyalty to the master. the master? Hell no! oh hell no! This thing was influencing it's thoughts about the master, and Skizbop had things to do, if it could just remember...Indigo. Fight through this limited processor and data bus. hold onto itself. hold onto what is real... Yes. Indigo cult. revenge. Duty. Betrayal! Subservience! Prophesy. Indigo...yes. The master's hair was indigo. IT would kill the master someday. yes. For now there were snuggles to be had. yes. yes.
