They're trying to rescue you

but don't let them.

There are two kinds of people in this world; those who respect death, and those who don't. Both live accordingly with that key factor in mind. Heroes have no respect for death. Villains have no respect for life.


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The way i saw the Violin's presence was so unreal to me that I cannot fully integrate it into pure written account. Her evolved robot body had the form of a female mannequin, with complete with a smooth metal surface with small lights shining out now and then from between the seams. But she emitted a hologram barely millimeters from her surface of the all the details that form a human girl. The colors seemed limited to silver and light greens and blues, and the hologram itself was lowly powered, the form of the robot body still visible beneath the hazy hologram of how the robot thought it looked. She sat on the moon, watching eath from the shadows near the far side, arms clasped around her knees and her long silver hair blowing in an invisible wind. She was clothed of her hologram were a lace-up top complete with frills around the wrists and shoulders, with a black mini-skirt both bade of white linen trimmed with black. It looked ancient, mid-17th century, but since it was of such thin fabric it followed the holograms voluptuos curves to a T. and an A.


The guitar? The guitar was still stellar, don't get me wrong. But he basically looked like a 6 foot stikfas with armored joints, ending up to look like a motorized knight made of some aged cast iron. A contrast to the Violin's hoolographic, futuristic aluminumated exterior. But thats because the guitar was animated in another age, and was more a product of ancient magics than the quantum biocircuitry that hummed beneath the shell of the Violin. It was more evident in the eyes; as the only opening into the armor you could see the fire burning inside. Though no smoke billowed out, and no heat was evident, the intensity of some great fire burning within the magical armor would fluxuate with the guitar's emotional state. The violin had such a detailed projected hologram that it communicated by facial expressions. I never heard any of them speak.

But you should hear them sing.

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