03-05-2016, 08:01 PM
Calculators sure are weird. It was making gestures and what seemed to be non existent facial expressions? Mastema tries to ignore it but his calming atmosphere becomes ruined as the calculator starts insulting him about his attitude and attire. Whats wrong with my cloth? Mastema thought. His robes are the highest quality material used for the angels. How dare this thing downgrade holy material! The creature is obviously in denial. It's not wearing anything to even imply that it has any fashion sense. This irritated Mastema further and he tries to ignore it until he hears the next thing that comes out the creature's mouth. It starts to convince him to go towards the objects in the distance and wheels around him in the most ridiculous manner. Did god really create such a seemingly irrevocable monstrosity?
There is little choice though. Remain at the useless hourglass or go toward something much more potentially useful. If this "thing" is a prime then it probably doesn't know anymore than himself. Pondering the thought of going seemed like an eternity but Mastema eventually decided on going. He opens his eyes, seeing the horrendous excuse for a creation, and speaks. "I think it would be in our best interest to go. Which object do you recommend? There appear to be eight surrounding us.."
The usual thoughts run through his head, yet again. But something more sinister begins to form. He gets an idea of maybe letting this calculator lead the way. If they happened to get attacked, Mastema could just ditch the metal and remove himself from the current situation at hand to safety. However, if this calculator proved useful, he could also try to con it into doing some dirty work for him. The plans he thinks of aren't full-proof and needed much more planning, but he acquired a basis for future plans. That's all that mattered to him. This calculator reeked of sin and flaw.
There is little choice though. Remain at the useless hourglass or go toward something much more potentially useful. If this "thing" is a prime then it probably doesn't know anymore than himself. Pondering the thought of going seemed like an eternity but Mastema eventually decided on going. He opens his eyes, seeing the horrendous excuse for a creation, and speaks. "I think it would be in our best interest to go. Which object do you recommend? There appear to be eight surrounding us.."
The usual thoughts run through his head, yet again. But something more sinister begins to form. He gets an idea of maybe letting this calculator lead the way. If they happened to get attacked, Mastema could just ditch the metal and remove himself from the current situation at hand to safety. However, if this calculator proved useful, he could also try to con it into doing some dirty work for him. The plans he thinks of aren't full-proof and needed much more planning, but he acquired a basis for future plans. That's all that mattered to him. This calculator reeked of sin and flaw.
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