Snippet #2488735

It was morning, Patraeko was busy, walking through the already overly packed streets of New York. Well, it didn't really look like he was walking. He was swinging his arms around as he stepped without bending his legs. His sword exposed every now and then as his long black trench coat moved around with his arms, although it didn't draw much attention. Most of the attention was drawn to this weird Synth walking like some kind of idiot.

"What a wonderful day!" Patraeko spoke aloud to himself, a crazy tone burst from his voice as he spoke. "I wonder where my beloved is!" He laughed, something hinted that Patraeko was being sarcastic, or that he was planning something dangerous. Again.

"Hm, actually. I have work to do. Where is that place again? Fuck it, I'll take it to the roofs." He thought to himself, the voice in his mind was completely different, as if it were a completely different one.

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Meanwhile, in an abandoned warehouse situated on the outskirts of New York, a massive Fey with four arms, The Motherboard, was working hard. Surrounded by metal, not just metal. Large amounts of cybernetic limbs and other body parts were littered around. Deactivated Feys were hung up across the walls, all had a variety of different weaponry.

The Motherboard herself was programming, mentally. Being a Fey herself made things easier, especially when she is a prototype war machine who had perfected herself to have the same mind as a human, except smarter and faster. Along with programming, she was welding metal together with one arm and cutting metal with another. The arms on her back were connecting wires together and piecing the bodies together to form more Feys.
"Where is that idiot?" She mumbled to herself, a very annoyed, robotic tone left the voice processor.