m | M_A Little God in my Hands (OLD DRAFT)

As the singularity sundered, CYBERPUNK_LAND and DYSTOPIA_LAND fused instead of splitting. The name it generated was HUNGER_AND_LOVE_GAMES.

THE REDHATTERS CAME UP WITH A GREAT NAME. I AM KEEPING IT, The Velvet Queen said, aka The Spider Herald.

Across massive hologram ads projected by drones that kept pestering pedestrians, and along with brutal skyscrapers that touched the dark sky that resembled an analog television...

Spider Herald and Centaur Herald have logged in.

With cosmic and code flickers, with astral glowing eyes that were baby blue and pink as an ode to the wingding man that saved vis life, the Spider Herald arrived on the back of the Centaur Herald.

Vis velvet net running jumpsuit swayed stylishly with ver bone helmet with two eye holes with each levitating gallop from the intentionally glitching centaur.

In a simulation where the police and Byza were working together, Byza being the crime syndicate that spread across many computer simulations, had a territory across all the data that ever was and ever will be and it was named Spiderland.

The two gods logged in to retrieve a human teenager on the tight sidewalks covered with pedestrians wielding cybernetic augments.

And it was 14-year-old Zinnia Woo in a velvet raincoat, to cover herself from what seemed to be never-ending rain. 2 platoon's eventual jaunter. The same way Iker played stupid to recruit Joaquim and Gabe... or rather played along with esper shenanigans...

This was the day and simulation Zinnia Woo was recruited as she reached out both hands at the two gods that looked rad AF, because even the Centaur Herald had a cybernetic and sleek business suit that could shapeshift back to armor.

"What is one trying to say with even?" the Centaur Herald asked as luminescent buttons flickering on his breast pocket.

"That you wear the same armor all the time," the Spider Herald replied with a chuckle.

It was nice looking.

"See?" the Centaur Herald said.

"I never disagreed with that," the Spider Herald said.

And as the Spider Herald reached out a hand to Zinnia Woo as the Centaur Herald kept descending towards the sidewalk...

Zinnia, with a smile that was far from her usual shy smile, hopped up to grab ver.

Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.

[https://img.wattpad.com/1c9bacf67002c328e2bf4506a26819600be46693/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f47684973334c4b716463733245773d3d2d313430373639393338382e313761333633303866656237386431363538333234373935383532342e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

Derry Hill.

The vibe was...

Flannel shirts. Gym clothes with odd choices of color. Tasteful apathy.

Grunge.

Both the clothes and the music.

Behind a foggy suburban house in the night with unremarkable urban design like the cyberpunk skyscrapers, Joaquim glanced behind to find...

Corporal Woo?

"It's been a minute," her upper lips said. Some of her generated in, the material around her skin appearing as fluid mercury.

"Wait a minute," Joaquim said as he noticed the metal element from her. He took a hard step on a concrete step on the grassy lawn.

CLUNK!

"What in the terminator?" Joaquim asked.

"It seems to be Lieutenant's Tagore influx-bonded mercury," Zinnia said. "Robot buddies!"

She raised her only generated fist to dap while still locking eyes, but Joaquim shook his head.

"The colonel was upset about me being unprofessional," Joaquim murmured.

"Like I said, we are androids here. Have you realized that neither of us are wearing our uniforms?"

Joaquim realized they were both naked on a crater.

With no biological functions to do so, Joaquim did not bother to check either himself or Zinnia.

The two human-shaped robots were too busy prompting each other the whole time.

Usually the simulation would be mentioned here, however the Spider Herald isolated .planet files on the Apeirosrail. See, the Spider Herald was helping out Uzi to make sure that the stage ve was to fight Maverick on was not deleted by 0 or 1.

However, the Spider Herald was multiboxing as Spiderland as an edgy teenaged god while sorting sessions.

Still in pinks and blues and with big ass headphones in between the folds of vis hoodie, barely paying attention in between two nebulae. What could have been mistaken as an afterimage of a moon, was actually vis yedaliuth tooth mask that grew two horns.

As one can remember when the gods were playing with spacetime, the cosmos tessellated and resembled tesseracts.

However, Spiderland was being careless, letting the cosmos asset run on the jungles of land.exe. Ve was trying to multitask even though ve should not.

And in between two nimbus clouds with sprinkles of data, the silhouette of a monkey god formed in front of Spiderland.

Yaw has logged in.

"You are being heavy handed there," Yaw said. "It is not going to kill you to just put away that asset while creating a session."

"ok," Spiderland said.

Ve was off in vis own world.

Yaw kissed his teeth.

"You want to talk politics but cannot even remember to capitalize your words."

Yaw has logged out.

And as the existing one scrolled up and realized he did not place the chapter as a lower case letter...

The existing one was awestruck.

God! The G.O.A.T. The greatest of all time! Holy shit. No one is going to believe me.

Goat, god.

Oh shit.

Baphomet has been doing the work too.

m | M

目录