Novel & Cerita Spare Parts Visual Novel

"It seems we have a situation. Altair, how long until the rifts close?" "Unknown," Altair said, typing frantically. "The entropy is stabilizing, but you're all... anchored here. You exist in the same space." "I'm hungry," Fantasy Vespera announced. "Does this fortress have dragon meat?" "I could go for a cannoli," Mafia Vespera said. "I need a charging port," Cyberpunk Vespera tapped her chrome arm. "My battery is at 10%." "I just need a mirror," Vesper said, checking his hair in the reflection of a vase.

Nicole said and approached Terry. "Terry, were you looking for me?" Nicole asked. "Miss Riddle, where did order these spare parts from?" Terry looked at Nicole and asked. Nicole stared at him, confused. "Don't take it the wrong way. I don't mean to offend you, but this batch of spare parts seems to be of lower quality." Terry quickly explained to Nicole after noticing how puzzled she was. "Lower quality? Are you sure?" she queried. "Look, this is from the first batch, and this is from the second batch." Terry handed Nicole the parts.

Since they were far out in the middle of nowhere, there was no way to re-equip her. The last thing they needed was for her to get back into a fight, but she could still be useful as a “farseer”. The mecha were doing much better - they had only suffered superficial damage for the most part. Merely dented or pock-marked armor, which they could easily repair. A few parts had been scored and cut into by the enemy’s beamcannons, but none were serious. In fact, they still had plenty of spare parts to pick from, including the parts from this battle.

"A damn butcher shop." Finch rushed to a control console mounted on the railing. His fingers flew across the holographic interface. "This isn't just a prison," he said, his voice trembling as he read the data streams. "This is the 'Spare Parts' division. The Council... they’ve been farming here." "Farming who?" Ben asked, staring at a rack of eyeballs passing by on a conveyor belt, each one looking around wildly.

"It's a flaw in your code. I'll make sure to fix that in Version 2.0." --- ### The Final Rewrite The blue light from the sky was growing brighter. The heat was becoming unbearable. Through the glass walls of the garden, I could see the ruins of the world starting to glow as the orbital laser began its "Pre-Heat" phase. "The Seed," the boy said, held out his hand. "Give it to me, and I’ll put you and the Rowan-unit in a special server. A private paradise. Just the two of you, forever. No wars. No hunger. No death."

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

Back remained the black glass console. In her midst a small one opened, square compartment. A solid, cylindrical data core of pure Karbonium. I stretched my hand and grabbed the core. He felt heavy and warm on. “So you’re aristocratic,” Nova said with a sloping grin and supported on her gun. “The queen of scrap and machines.” “I am a mechanic,” I said and pressed the data core firmly to my chest. ‘And we have just received the greatest mission of our life.”

] [SPERM COUNT: 10M/107M] [PLAYERS: 45/45] _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER SIX~