Worded bytes of trivial information written in an untold text - little tidbits of history referring to this domed vestige of civilization - coursed across the vision of the Living Machine. Advunturion surveyed the diverse melting pot of protein based lifeforms within the colonial square, wading through the busy streets and ignorant to any culture of politeness these creatures had. The constant whirl of hovering vehicles and the flapping of babbling tongues -- tongues of many races, many nations, Earthling migrators from their barren home.
It was rush hour, the Martian sun rising across the jutting pylons that kept these ordinary folk alive. But Advunturion did not loiter within the Bio Domes for the sake of some city tour, amidst the silent gazes of amazement, fear and perhaps even disdain that he had accrued from the passers-by, as Advunturion barged himself through the concrete jungle. Nor was he here to entertain himself within the rich variety of glowing, neon establishments it offered. This uneventful walk bore a more discreet purpose: Each stride, each turn was an insidious mapping of every nook and cranny these streets could surrender.
As curious and enigmatic Advunturion seemed, he had been left alone to his current devices, at least for now...
It was rush hour, the Martian sun rising across the jutting pylons that kept these ordinary folk alive. But Advunturion did not loiter within the Bio Domes for the sake of some city tour, amidst the silent gazes of amazement, fear and perhaps even disdain that he had accrued from the passers-by, as Advunturion barged himself through the concrete jungle. Nor was he here to entertain himself within the rich variety of glowing, neon establishments it offered. This uneventful walk bore a more discreet purpose: Each stride, each turn was an insidious mapping of every nook and cranny these streets could surrender.
As curious and enigmatic Advunturion seemed, he had been left alone to his current devices, at least for now...
