“It is necessary for one person to be let known on one’s own capabilities, and yet at the same time not to be relied on solely. For it’s good to know what one can do, but not let known that is all they can do. A being is to evolve past one’s own strength and weaknesses if one is to become a far more deadly force to those that stand against it. Taking shortcuts to achieve one’s goal leaves the design, crippled from the inside. One’s results are to be in the state where one can find improvements, wether it has been achieved from victory, or defeat. Would you not agree, puppet?”
I speak as I am laying down on a big pile of scraped auto’s I have destroyed a while ago, well still holding a limbless autos power core still at its inside that is still functioning with its optics blinking on and off every few moments.
“It’s great to see that your masters have been taking into consideration of improvements that can be done to make you stronger, and the challenges they have pulled through, they have made you and other stronger then last time. Although if they didn’t worry about being scary instead of, shall we say . . . Well, I’m not sure what to say, they can’t make up their minds in what they are trying to do. Anyway, if I see more of your kind again, you better hope that you don’t see any of them fly through your window in more parts then one, because it will happen. So, it may be a bit hopeless for you to hope in such occasion. Cheers.”
On the final word, I crushed the core with my claw gauntlet, and let it fall down the junk pile. I look the other sky with my legs crossed and my hands behind my head
“what a lovely morning”
I slide down the junk pile and move on my way through No Mans Landing, swinging my hammer well whistling.
