Post by dyorian on Feb 14, 2008 19:11:03 GMT -5
Strange... what the humanoids of today call these... structures. The texture, the color... the shape and cleavage... even the hardness... an intricate design of silicon, nitrogen, and oxygen. Such odd shape... channels driven into its heart and made as if liquid should flow through them. How high they stand as well, to hold more of what this 'stone' is... peculiar.
Dyorian sat at the top of the highest hill in the Divine Hills, where a white stone pavilion lay, regaling of its memories and view from above. The air seemed serene, though, the young knight would study what is called a 'breeze' now and then. He had his industrial nanotransformer beside him as tools zipped and scurried all around a chromed-up metal cylinder. Dyor had stripped down the E-30 to its raw state and had gone back to work reassembling the unit a different way to observe if different results were accomplished. He laid what looked like a modern-day pen onto his airboard, which was sitting directly adjacent to him.
His red hair bristled slightly as the soft, cool air ran past like a marathon runner. Dyor had just experienced what 'cold' was. Back in the future, coldness was nonexistent. Only heat remained, and ever since weather control had been put into use, he had grown up never knowing what 'snow' was, nor what a tornado or hurricane was either. Somewhat depraved, one would say.
His hand gracefully glided back to the pen-like utensil as he tapped the end, a small laser peeping out like a naive child. With a few fluid movements of his wrist, the metal cylinder had turned into a curved and tunneled piece of metal that fit perfectly in one's hand. Though, Dyor had yet to buy the parts needed for an attachment module.
His emerald green eyes looked up and gazed at what he had missed... actual nature. Not synthetic fibers and plastic... but actual nature.
Dyorian sat at the top of the highest hill in the Divine Hills, where a white stone pavilion lay, regaling of its memories and view from above. The air seemed serene, though, the young knight would study what is called a 'breeze' now and then. He had his industrial nanotransformer beside him as tools zipped and scurried all around a chromed-up metal cylinder. Dyor had stripped down the E-30 to its raw state and had gone back to work reassembling the unit a different way to observe if different results were accomplished. He laid what looked like a modern-day pen onto his airboard, which was sitting directly adjacent to him.
His red hair bristled slightly as the soft, cool air ran past like a marathon runner. Dyor had just experienced what 'cold' was. Back in the future, coldness was nonexistent. Only heat remained, and ever since weather control had been put into use, he had grown up never knowing what 'snow' was, nor what a tornado or hurricane was either. Somewhat depraved, one would say.
His hand gracefully glided back to the pen-like utensil as he tapped the end, a small laser peeping out like a naive child. With a few fluid movements of his wrist, the metal cylinder had turned into a curved and tunneled piece of metal that fit perfectly in one's hand. Though, Dyor had yet to buy the parts needed for an attachment module.
His emerald green eyes looked up and gazed at what he had missed... actual nature. Not synthetic fibers and plastic... but actual nature.