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I stalked the halls. Glorious architecture of a bygone age moved around me, I know every inch, every centimeter, every atom of this tower both in and out. But to see such a thing personally, To see only folded metal and gold, light and dark. Not energy, the very degree of every angle, every Nano-meter of circuitry, every infinitesimally small piece of technology. Just metal and gold. A tree of energy. A cylinder hiding a turret, simplicity at the forefront of complication. Step, *clink*, step, *clink*, step, *clink* I have to walk with a cane, for all the all the wonderful, magical, technologies I have, I don’t believe I should use

One foot in front of the other. Shakily I took my first steps. I stumbled and nearly fell over if not for the old crewman I brought with me. His arms were large and strong, gently he places me back into a standing position. Cautiously I take as step, and another, and another. I've been out of the pod for roughly a day. My new body is... strange to say the least. New sense, smell, touch. While I am Machine and understand all of these things at a much deeper level than this body ever could. Experiencing it now feels so different. No longer understanding every particulate, every molecule, every quark. It's refreshing. I sit down absentminded

Void, Orokin tower, day cycle. The ever learning AI watched its guards patrol its halls. From old raid attempts mostly, rewritten and rebuilt. Would be thieves made into state of the art guards. While the emotion "pride"wasn't programmed into it, extensively research and adaptation had taught it many things and so she watched them work. And ancient walked, very slowly, down a corridor. He was in all honesty, bored, Tenno hadn't attempted anything for weeks, grinear and corpus were to busy trying to kill each other to mount any sort of large scale raid. Mentally she sighed. No interaction, no stimulus. Research had been resolved almost 20,000

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this is a collection of the comets from Privet Closet Time by SkireTehFox [one of his many past incantations](in his heads) thoughts talking: (random tidbits) Anderson POV ruby was about 15 feat away already at full speed, as such the on;y reason i didn't go flying was because of a semblance i picked up that allowed me to become an immovable object. ruby's speed was thus nulifide and she stoped. Andeson: so i assume you have a reason for crashing into me? Rwby: ooowwwww, oo um ya, ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Anderson POV after recovering from the scream i and realization of wha