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Mugenak stood as still as a statue. If someone none the wise had come across him, they might have mistaken the machine as a strange new sculpture. He had made no movement, not a single noise, as people surrounded him. Even when photographed, or poked and prodded by the civilians, it made no reaction.

He was far from inactive, though. Mugenak saw every face, heard every voice, and recorded every exchange. An ancient yet powerful mind captured every detail of every moment, and he analyzed the primitive organics like a scientist eyeing a particularly interesting colony of ants.

His attention fell upon the black vehicle as it pulled forward, but he remained still. It was only if the black-suited man approached the machine that Mugenak would crane his head down to look at him.