I have never dreamed of anything so large. Perfect black, sharp edged. Towering over the plain, sending pulsations through the land and air. I can hear a low hum coming from it, a chant even. I am drawn to it. I am terrified. It throbs once more and fills my body with vibrations attuning it with its rhythm. It feels like it is acknowledging my presence. It is here. I can not deny it. I can only go forth. Like a beacon it called me and I will answer its call.
I found her on a dumping ground on the northwest end of the city, a place you need a real good reason for to visit. She’s quite tall for what’s supposed to be a female. Her hair looked somehow vintage, I can’t explain why. Her clothing too – a sleeveless turquoise dress and tights with some gaudy floral pattern on them. Her whole appearance reminded me of some Hollywood icon of the mid-twentieth century. She’s an ORO7. Those robot-loving weirdos usually give them a nickname but I’m sticking with ORO7. I’m gonna treat her as what she is, an aggregation of electronic parts. The scruffy keeper of the dumping ground observed me closely as I pulled her soiled body out of the waste. A six-pack ring was entangled in her untidy hair, you know this stuff that causes ocean turtles to suffocate. She was switched on, I noticed with mild surprise. Her eyes blinked twice.
Tales from the abyss 