sweetie cyborg

In the dark, a cleaver was brought down severing silvery pistons and wires, A scream was not heard. when it comes to a computer, sleep is a mode, not a state. A killer slipped out the window, unseen by anybody. There was no blood on her knife, only hydraulic fluid. She landed on a small pre-placed mattress, dampening her fall. Diamond smiled, she could go home now, she had asserted her dominance; her mother, spoiled rich, would be so happy.

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linux@lifesupport: get sensordata | statusupdate linux@lifesupport: fetching package files linux@lifesupport: not found linux@lifesupport: get lifesigns | statusupdate linux@lifesupport: heartrate: 6.5 linux@lifesupport: lungactivity: active linux@lifesupport: brainactivity: nominal linux@lifesupport: contact Aux_admin

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In the darkness a match was struck, it moved to a wick; and the scene became clear. A workshop became visible, the light glinting off the oily and scuffed chrome tools hanging on the wall, A silver scaled claw skimmed over all of them, his scales glinting off the lamplight just as much as the tools in his workshop. The claws skimmed over the tools before settling on a pair of pliers. A head was placed on the workbench, it's glass eyes glowed in the light of the kerosene soaked wick. The claws did not bother to start the generator, he would not be welding today. another claw appeared, and interlocked with the other claw. scaled palmes turned outwards; and in a fluid motion, wrists were bent outwards. Soft cracking emanated from claws. A beaked smile formed in the darkness, it was go time. What was once a beautiful example of perfectly positioned hydraulic actuators, was now scrap, and was unscrewed and pulled away. New parts grew on trees here. So next when the light cast its glaze into glass eyes, the glass eyes observed right back.

The next morning the sun cast its rays into the streets, leaving everyone that had suffered through the previous days showers with a nice bubbly feeling. This feeling did nothing to curb Diamond tiara's sour mood. The reason for her seething rage was the object of last night's murder. Sweetie bot sat there on the public bench, smiling as if the damage done by Diamond had been wiped from the face of eqis.

The day was exquisite, so two mares chatting on a public bench would hardly count as odd, however the mood for the two did not reflect the observable mood. While sweetie's face was a facade of calm. Diamonds face was only just hiding massive amounts of rage.

"How are you still alive" words slipped out of Diamond's mouth like a snake would dispense venom, seething hatred with every syllable. Sweetie did not wish to return any negative feelings, so her response was hidden under a well practiced veil of traditional ladylike behavior "I do not think that it is in my best interests to give you the answer" TMS seemingly came out of nowhere, suddenly appearing with no fanfare at all, as if he had simply snuck up and sat down next to them. His claw rested on his beak, his eyes staring out into space "Well, apparently, your brain is not inside your head, and ole' miss murder here did nothing except cut off her facial sensory connections" His view shifted to looking at sweetie. "I really need to stop making schematics while drunk." The whine of servos made clear the movement of a certain robotic head, allowing sweetie bot to raise her eyebrows. Diamond stated what they where both thinking, “Hold up, did you draw these scematics before or after the explosion?”

both Sweeite and diamnond where both thinking, “Hold up, did you draw these scematics before or after the explosion?” A twinkle apeared in TMS's eyes, “Oddly enough I came up with the intire cyborg design before you two where in diapers. ”both looked at him with questioning eyes, however before they inqire further they where interupted, “As for the implications of that statemnet, lets just say that if and when you get a 'Unit proximity alert' you better be prepared for a...” a massive smile spread behind the hoppogriff's beak, “...reunion”