Your cart is currently empty!
Desert Cyborg CHAPTER 4: THE GUILD
|System suggests listening to “Cybercity – A Synthwave Mix” CHAPTER 4
The guild was located 7 hours from the iridium mines. A cyborg can travel about 2100 kilometers or 1304.88 miles in that time. Every class of cyborgs had a different travel time making it difficult for the lower cyborgs to gather materials. Social classes are mandotory in the guild and those with a low class do not have the privileges in markets and quests. They hear, see and feel it as time runs out on this moon. Any sort of power supply they have shows them how long they will live. While it is a bit stressful to know when you will give out it is a blessing for those that desire to increase that time. Many different kind of cyborgs live in a symbiotic relationship with each other.
Gerry lowers his speed as he sees the tower in the middle of the guild. He only traveled for only 6 hours.The market is bustling as ever.
“I’M TELLING YOU NO SHREDS TODAY!!!”
Bulgor is angry at a pawner for metal pieces.
“COME BACK WHEN THE RAID HAS RETURNED FROM THE IRIDIUM MINES”
He can’t do anything with metal. He is in dire need of flucose. A blue luminant fluid that has different uses depending on the cyborg that uses it.
Bulgor, as they call him, has a round reservoir in front of his torso that makes him look like a walking balloon with tubes on the side.
He has a pawn shop were he bulges all of his goods, but the best stuff he keeps inside of him.
His serial number is D-74.5.78 which makes him above C-137.2.
Gerry knows that he can get his findings appraised by Bulgor. Yet he also knows that when the value is very high Bulgor will try to make it look like it is nothing worth.
B: “Ah, C-137.2, no luck today pall. No, metal shreds can be pawned. If you got flucose I will gladly take it from your hands.”
C: “No D-7 I got something you have to appraise for me today.”
B: “Appraise? What? Wait what happened to you? You look different…”
C: “Well, I found wate…”
Bulgor grabs C-137.2 by the mouth and pulls him inside. He closes the windows and the door.
While mumbling some words he goes into the back. He comes back screaming “DON’T MOVE SIT RIGHT THERE” and goes back again.
He comes back with his analyses gear and starts to study C-137.2
B: “hmmm, augmentations in the limbs and torso…”
He slowly scans from toe to head.
B: “No difference in reasoning and comprehension capabilities…”
C: “He Bulgor what are you…?”
B: SILENT, SIT STILL!!!
He starts analyzing again.
B: “As impatient as ever…”
B: “Tell me C-137.2 what are your goals in life?”
C: My goals, I don’t have any…
B: “Nonsense, nobody excists without a purpose. Else you wouldn’t be walking this moon.”
C: hmmmm, nope, nothing.
B: “Well that is boring, I wouldn’t want to read your story. Try to really think about this one.
Every great cyborg that has ever lived had a beautiful vision they wanted to realize.
A single minded focus that shines trough the darkest sides of the moon.”
C: But I’m a knowledge seeker, I cannot accomplish anything. I am born for failure. I am made this way. I cannot change.
B: “Bwahahahaha, for a knowledge seeker you sure are stupid. Look at your gear. It changed. Look into your mind. It changes. Look around the world. It is always changing.
C: ooooh wait!
B: “ah here it comes”
C:I had this vision about a person who somehow had what it took to complete his dreams. Even his name was the embodiment of a clear goal.
They said he was “anchored to the stars”. In my knoweledge data base it could be translated to a sentence of the old civilizations.
B: “and that is?”
C: Reach high reach far, your goal the sky, your aim the star.
B: “hahahaha, they were right!!! Funny how these things become more clear even though they are said in methafors.
So what is your star?”
I just want to know.
G: “know what?”
B: Everything there is to know. What is your “everything”
C:I don’t know. I want to know what I do not know. You know?
B:”I geuss you are a knoweledge seeker through and through…”
C:I know!!!
Leave a Reply