We killed that Chaos, he was promoted several ranks, and my limbs were ruined, sacrificed to protect him. I don’t regret it, I still stay by his side and sing for him, even though my limbs are ruined, but I can still repair myself, it’s just that all this takes time.
Everything changed when she appeared, I found that he liked listening to her sing... he actually couldn’t hear my song, couldn’t hear my vows of love for him, that smile was always directed at her.
I... am just a tool, and when broken, can be discarded.
I don’t want to be thrown away, I’d rather leave on my own, even with nothing at all.
Struggling in the gutter, on the verge of sliding into the abyss, I met Wasp, the most dazzling light in my dark eyes, my redemption, she even betrayed herself for me, just to buy me a potion...
I fell into hell, yet was ultimately redeemed.
Malin sat on the chair made from the World Tree Sapling, listening to the tiny Insectoid before him tell all this, he couldn’t help but frown—what the hell is this, a self-regulating bio armor, an era from before the first age far beyond Malin’s imagination.
And this self-regulating bio armor seemed to have mutated. Had it mutated because it developed self-awareness? Who could have tempted it? Was it the parroting stinky bird, or that guy who has only fighting on his mind?
Thinking this, Malin looked at these two little things, Mira was the name of the self-regulating bio armor. It was in a state of repair, so it would be this slow when embedding.
This could also prove why those Insectoids outside had such hard shells; they must be the larvae it had released during its mutation.
It’s another nanobiology, Malin sighed.
And about the "him" and "her" Mira mentioned, Malin felt an even bigger headache. He pulled a newspaper from his bag and, pointing at the picture of a lord and his bride on it, said, "This must be the ’him’ and ’her’ you are talking about."
Mira asked in surprise.
"Look at you, heartlessly sold yet still counting the money for your buyer, if Wasp hadn’t found you, you would already have become a different kind."
At these words, Mira fell silent for a moment, then her weeping echoed in Malin’s ears and mind like surround sound stereo.
Wasp started to tremble, visible mutations appearing on her.
"If you want Wasp to die, then go ahead and cry, once she turns into a different kind, I’ll kill her with a single stroke," Malin said lazily.
Of course, he was just scaring her. Malin was sure the girl named Wasp must have touched Mira with her sincerity, causing her to turn away from the path of mutation and regain hope and aspiration for the future... But self-regulating bio armor developing self-awareness, how bored were pre-Apocalypse humans, couldn’t they just add a three laws or something else to keep them in control.
Or did they just want to be creators, a... Deity?
Perhaps that was exactly why destruction eventually came.
When mortals lose the consciousness of being mortals, the world will laugh, then watch the foolish mortals destroy themselves at the highest speed.
Sighing thus, Malin saw the mutations on Wasp disappear, Mira ceased her crying.
"Wasp is my good friend, she lent her body to me, helping me regain my senses, she is my eternal benefactor."
She said so, then somewhat anxiously called Wasp’s name, such friendship slightly relieved Malin—perhaps it was this selfless friendship that saved Mira. While Wasp, the girl who had done things unsuitable for her age in her quest for survival, still had a thirst for life and love for her friend, Malin noted it all.
"I’m okay, Mira..." the girl gasped and lifted her head, looking at Malin, "Sir, I see you’re dressed like Priest, can we survive?"
"Your friend Mira hasn’t answered me yet on how to bring back to life the people outside possessed by the Insectoid larvae."
They can’t be brought back to life, the larvae I released during the mutation are irretrievable, they are usually single-use soldiers meant to manipulate corpses.
Hearing Mira’s answer, Malin sighed, "A fever is the first stage of infection, right?"
Yes, after forty-eight hours, the process becomes irreversible.
Malin put down his legs, held his head in his hands, and looked down at the stone and metal floor in silence, struggling with pain before finally lifting his head to look at Mira on Wasp’s chest, "Only by killing you, can their activity be stopped, right?"
Yes, you... really understand us, sir.
"Sir! Please don’t kill Mira! I beg you! She’s too pitiful, isn’t she?" the young girl said sadly looking at Malin.
Malin nodded with a bitter smile, "Yes, she’s pitiful, but what can I do, my friends, my lover, my companions, they all came to this city by train this morning, all of them infected... the ones I love, Maya, Faye, Jessica, Lillim, Clovis... to you, these might just be five unfamiliar names, like the innocents of this city."