Failure-64
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Interstellar Market - Section D, Non-Goods Commerce
Anyone with anything between their ears had sensed it: That powerful force once lying quietly in some corner of Zoon, had arrived at Earth. Truth be told, she didn't even notice the travel considering everything that had been going on since that Android attacked her. She did notice the fight though. Explosive power igniting like fireworks in the far off sky.
One brilliant. The other barely a spec in the dark sky.
Any number of assumptions could be made about why it happened, but it didn't matter. It was a signal -- a warning in her eyes. Someone was on the move. Someone strong enough to give her pause.
Six months had gone by a in a blink. The first few she could justify. She had been comatose for over 16 years after being put in the trash when she was deemed unworthy a mere month after being created. Realistically, anyone would need the time to get their bearings. She barely had control over her own strength for the first three months.
But now, coming off the near-defeat against that Android, she felt different. Every motion was effortless. The world seemed sluggish and dull. More than ever that agonizing and relentless itch to do something other than sit on her ass became too much to bear.
Gehn saved her life, she wouldn't deny that. But what worth was a life that did nothing?
Those were the thoughts that filled Failure-64's mind as black heels clicked down the sidewalk. This was a quieter section of the Interstellar Market. One not filled with vendors and shops. It was meant for a very different sort of trade -- the sort that, in hindsight, she thought Gehn would enjoy. Perhaps the ones he worked with were here.
Daimon told her that he would be back in the Market by now. There wasn't a specific time, but this was within margin, she assumed. He told her, too, exactly the sort of place he would be putting his talents to good use. Who had more wisdom and knowledge than a Makai? One who could walk across the entire universe without batting an eye? Someone would sell their soul for the information he could provide.
She followed the directions he gave her well -- she barely knew this part of the Market and didn't want to get lost -- and found herself standing before a well maintained, nondescript building. The sort of one that you would only know its purpose if someone else had told you. A lot of buildings looked like that, here.
Glass doors hissed as they opened and the chill of air conditioned air gave 64 a shiver. Before her was a large space akin to a library, or perhaps a book store. Of course, none of the books and computers were free to use and everyone who walked in knew that. At the heart of the room were tables organized in a precise grid pattern, each spaced out enough to grant the other decent privacy. A few of the tables were filled, small groups talking among each other with hushed voices or utilizing devices the mute the sounds entirely to those not within a specific range.
She hadn't been in a place like this. She certainly didn't look like she belonged. That didn't stop her from striding in and after only a brief pause turning in the direction Daimon had told her. There, near the back of the building she saw him sitting at a lone table far from the others. Across from him was a Human man who talked a bit too loud and moved his hands a bit too much. They were mid conversation, but Daimon's eyes flicked to the side and met 64's.
He didn't react in any way that she could understand, but she decided to be patient.
A few minutes later, Daimon rose from his chair, the Human followed, and they exchanged parting words. As the man left, 64 pushed from the wall she had been leaning against and then made her way to Daimon's table.
"Interesting way to exercise the power of a hell-born god," she said. Sarcasm was implied by the words rather than her tone which remained flat. "I suppose that even gods need to pay rent?" The corner of her lips curled -- that was a joke.
"Is this your plan? Selling information to the highest bidder indefinitely?"
Anyone with anything between their ears had sensed it: That powerful force once lying quietly in some corner of Zoon, had arrived at Earth. Truth be told, she didn't even notice the travel considering everything that had been going on since that Android attacked her. She did notice the fight though. Explosive power igniting like fireworks in the far off sky.
One brilliant. The other barely a spec in the dark sky.
Any number of assumptions could be made about why it happened, but it didn't matter. It was a signal -- a warning in her eyes. Someone was on the move. Someone strong enough to give her pause.
Six months had gone by a in a blink. The first few she could justify. She had been comatose for over 16 years after being put in the trash when she was deemed unworthy a mere month after being created. Realistically, anyone would need the time to get their bearings. She barely had control over her own strength for the first three months.
But now, coming off the near-defeat against that Android, she felt different. Every motion was effortless. The world seemed sluggish and dull. More than ever that agonizing and relentless itch to do something other than sit on her ass became too much to bear.
Gehn saved her life, she wouldn't deny that. But what worth was a life that did nothing?
Those were the thoughts that filled Failure-64's mind as black heels clicked down the sidewalk. This was a quieter section of the Interstellar Market. One not filled with vendors and shops. It was meant for a very different sort of trade -- the sort that, in hindsight, she thought Gehn would enjoy. Perhaps the ones he worked with were here.
Daimon told her that he would be back in the Market by now. There wasn't a specific time, but this was within margin, she assumed. He told her, too, exactly the sort of place he would be putting his talents to good use. Who had more wisdom and knowledge than a Makai? One who could walk across the entire universe without batting an eye? Someone would sell their soul for the information he could provide.
She followed the directions he gave her well -- she barely knew this part of the Market and didn't want to get lost -- and found herself standing before a well maintained, nondescript building. The sort of one that you would only know its purpose if someone else had told you. A lot of buildings looked like that, here.
Glass doors hissed as they opened and the chill of air conditioned air gave 64 a shiver. Before her was a large space akin to a library, or perhaps a book store. Of course, none of the books and computers were free to use and everyone who walked in knew that. At the heart of the room were tables organized in a precise grid pattern, each spaced out enough to grant the other decent privacy. A few of the tables were filled, small groups talking among each other with hushed voices or utilizing devices the mute the sounds entirely to those not within a specific range.
She hadn't been in a place like this. She certainly didn't look like she belonged. That didn't stop her from striding in and after only a brief pause turning in the direction Daimon had told her. There, near the back of the building she saw him sitting at a lone table far from the others. Across from him was a Human man who talked a bit too loud and moved his hands a bit too much. They were mid conversation, but Daimon's eyes flicked to the side and met 64's.
He didn't react in any way that she could understand, but she decided to be patient.
A few minutes later, Daimon rose from his chair, the Human followed, and they exchanged parting words. As the man left, 64 pushed from the wall she had been leaning against and then made her way to Daimon's table.
"Interesting way to exercise the power of a hell-born god," she said. Sarcasm was implied by the words rather than her tone which remained flat. "I suppose that even gods need to pay rent?" The corner of her lips curled -- that was a joke.
"Is this your plan? Selling information to the highest bidder indefinitely?"
