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It could see them.
It could hear them.
it could feel them, smell them, taste them even.
It knew of their language, their habits and their way of living.

it could, if it chose to, understand them, sympathize with them and even be one of them.
yet it did not, it does not, nor will it ever do.

for that is not its purpose, that is not what it is, not what it was made for.
it is a weapon, and the voice it's wielder.
what the voice commands, it shall do so. 

For that is what it was, is, and all it will ever choose to be.

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So the story is supposed to follow a artificial chimera/golem weapon created by a desperate empire and their more so desperate king. It's set in a Fantasy medievalist world where everyone has a status screen and is nearing its age of industrialism.

Don't expect anything, because I'm bad at writing and this is my first time writing anything of my own choice, nor do I know what iv goten myself into.

im mostly doing it to pass time

no update regularity

Criticism is however very much welcomed.

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Volume 1