chapter 1: subpart

CHAPTER 1: THE RISE OF A HUNGRY FACTION🌟

"Darn it! if only eget my hands on the damn third scientist's pride stuff, eget to change this god forsakened eyes." Dr. Botman cursed under his breath. Just some moment not so far ago he bumped into a leadsuited condenser cleaner who happens to be carrying a heavy dark viscous liquid in a transparent container. Naturally the thick liquid splattered onto his already ruined labcoat making him resemble a graffiti artist. The Doc. could have nearly killed the pour soul had it not been that his colleagues were observing the drama by the side of the metal-erected corridor. So he quietly left, hung his shoulders in silent rage and embarrassment. Due to his nearly blind, barely opened eyes, accidents of similar nature to this had been occuring frequently to him. His body was rotting fast - spoiling rapidly. And he only made it worst by the fact that he had refused to take a bath, claiming that he can't risk his radier-engined core getting 'jammed', even though the ancestor engine proved to still be 100% water proof.

"Blasted captain! poor me innovated the stuff condensers, set up radier driven Lectricity and even set up bionic replication of his damn broken finger - yet treated me like em nothing but the damn others. Surely, e'll report this haphazard management to the lord", he mumbled onwards,

He limps, movement a little clumsy with ruined labcoat swishing from side to side. Presently, he was in the underside of the 'Heavens establishment' as the natives named it. The structure which was a complicated and intricately planned arrays of dark steel towers with pointed ends , height extending to about 300m into the dark, fogy, menacing heaven, each thrice the size of the most ridiculously big mansion you could think of. Embedded on their walls are little bumps of smooth metals causing a rough but still consistent surface to be exibited. These towers all flanked an even wider, 'fatter' building exibiting a somewhat dark aura around itself - The Metal house ; being it's official name.

As the Doctor Went by, the number of cybermechanics and other staffs progressively decreased. The illumination of the building by the Ignius celling lamps also declined. He qdid a compulsory wave of hand to one of his superior who was walking by amidst his three friends, which the person didn't even noticed - or pretended not to - bastard dogs. Dr. Botman was someone who, not a sane person in the once earth would willingly want to associate or partner up with. Both his accent, body and personality are what one would simply label as highly repulsive - even his body scent which was an unpleasant mixture of the stench of new metals, sweat and occasionally ammonia. Was he aware of these defects hindering him from socializing? Off course he is , does he care , off course not. Then why not? - because he doesn't see people as people anymore.

He recalled the really annoying nickname that seemed to be stalk to him, which his colleagues even the lower ranks secretly call him - Dr. Went by. This is of the fact that at certain periods of the day he would mysteriously disappear and can't be found any where in the whole of the metal house. So, when one of his ask for his presence his colleagues will reply with the usual : he just went by.

MrBotman, after 2 minutes of walking, hobbled into a darker compactment : The storage area, as it was etched on a plate atop the large semi circular entrance which loomed far above him. He went in there casually after hitting his defective butt, knowing full well that he was growing blind anyways.

He kept moving in slow uneven gait through the partly lit circular corridor, having lots of wild , leaking metallic pipes studed roughly around the walls and curved celling. You might be surprised that the pipes were metallic , but since this era was the ' fallen tecnological metal age ' as he calls it( which the other board scientist all scorned off course), it was only natural that such is the case ( they have their ways of avoiding metal poisoning). The pipes carries lots of liquids not just water. Various pipes carries excretas of solid and liquid kinds which were taken to the recyclers, while a few other pipes of special alloys convey Ignius energy or ..... radier.

The technician halted his awkward pace.He stopped, about to branch into by a deeper corner after passing by numerous locked slide doors on both sides. Little mists roamed gently above his boots partly illuminated by tiny light holes by the walls. With hands in his labcoat pocket and a protective helmet, he screwed his head backward one last time to ensure that no one was around the corridor, or staking him, before taking a left turn. There his limping feet was the only sound that permeated the air as it was echoed throughout the corridor. It opened into a much larger one similar to the size of a Subway stations with lots of interwoven cables at the concrete ground. He kept limping, a stray cable almost made him crash to the floor. He muttered a hand full of curses. He rsesumed his gait, casually as if he had not a single care in the world when in fact it was the reverse. In his right lab pocket was an Ignius-based point shooter with a 90 % accuracy targeting range of more than 6 km.

Always best be cautious. Always. Never trust anyone, not even yourself. Your own self could betray you if you listen to it too much, he believed. And that's why if you want to survive in this present world always hid as much weapons and ammonitions in you as you can. Referring to the other sanctioned weaponed he embedded in his stinking clothings - and even in the visceral of his body.

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