𝙏𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙜

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦.

" Similar to we Antikytherans, as suspected. Amphoreus was a manner of... computations. " Hand to chin, thoughtful. Best not to divulge too much.. " So they are the will of the star itself, how... peculiar, how romantic, perhaps. How fared their relationships with the humans? "

" 'Tseng...' you may refer to me as Lycurgus, or Lygus, if you prefer. Might I ask a curious question of my own? What are these Cetra you speak of? " A tilt of the head, a click in the neck to match the movement.

" Had... a major responsibility. Oh, what a shame it was... " The Antikytheran drones off, resorting to silence. But this did not last long. " ... Ahem. Is there aught else I may be of assistance, my lord, or other inquiries you wish to partake? "

I, myself... I serve a role paramount to today's machinations. " Like a still doll, there is no malice, no movement. Only a flood of information from the fellow, and that was all.

" I'm certain you've heard fables of man made machine, to turn away woeful wiles of frailty... sickness... what have you. But this is how I was born. Have you ever heard of Antikytherans? " Hand raises in offering, as if entreating the question.

" I'm afraid you are... 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯. This is no blindfold, but a visor, to see the world as humans do. " Grip relents, hand falling away to the machine's side. " I am heartened by your curiosity. "

Hand raises, mechanized digits interlocking and lowering the fellow man's hand. " 𝘠𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴~? Can I help you, good sir? "

“ Hm, hmm~… “